Brandy and rye, the magpies are stirring. Lay down your last twenty dollars. Shepherds dead sober, whispering numbers. There's a star above the manger tonight.
If you think I never cared. You're a cunt in spring you know. A voice like scraping foundations. Summer still pining away. . House cats across the marble.
Hammer lock, a victim away. Sandpaper tongue like a brand new thing. Your better days are all behind you now. Branded and burned away. . Skyway down on you.
Quarter horses laze. Down your lemon switch. Peel the pennies from your eyes. Fever baby sin. You think that you're a vampire. 7 times the hard way. .
Medicated dull, your attention. Dry winter miles, diamonds and glass. Cheaters hands, you never take care. You never take care, stars are out. Spilling from afraid of flying.
Lit deep, tin drops. Half the lights, shot out. The roof of your mouth. Back in your hollow, odd habits, odd. . Lidded, stoned and guarded. You never take that face down anymore.
Dashboard lighter down your back. Sweet subtraction, because you lasted. . Worn your welcome out. Border jackal, black leg. Chinese balls and boiling hallways.
Belladonna freeze. Spider bikes and smoke. Ribbons 'round your head. Bunny gets paid. Fingers in the spokes. Shop class guitars. . No hands, you're all eyes.
Buttered and confessed, every stray. Wet behind the knees, change your mind. . Holy waters low tide. In between bored and sin. Reeds and twine, heel and rose.
Low flying jets, skim your bed. Temptation loses you again. Halo blackhands, plantains. . Woven in your blanket. Low cold silicone to rest your weary on.
Fist like head, fixers ring, red mouth twisted, lined up dog, slow derail, oiled and bent. Mirror played, 4 horse lipped, coal black eyes, sane, all tied....
I got nothing to teach the learnin' curve of your body. I got teeth that could hurt you probably. With one bite. A tongue with spikes, a rusty knife. I wish you'd take it from me.
If it wasn't for the bass, I wouldn't need these hearing aids.. If it wasn't for mistakes, I probably wouldn't be here today.. . 10 years ago I was 22..
The sun flies through the sky, leaves darkness in its wake. And now I hear the hellhounds barking at the gate. To be honest, sometimes I want you to relate.