Burns in the mattress from tourniquet practice
You curve in a permanent back bend to serve to this madness
And searching for purpose in furniture cracks
And left turning sermons into serpents Murder merchants earning stacks
Forty-five on the table
Run away if you're able
Stains in the carpet, Your blades have been sharpened
You break in the weight of the darkness
You slave to the hardship and waiting for change is just something you say to us
To save your face from breaking bad, You're safer in a paper bag
Lay it down on the table
Say it now, You're no angel
Run away if you're able
Blowing smoke through your halo
I was hell bent on separating wigs
They were hoping I would hesitate again
But my mind is on the edge of this
I'm dreaded with the pen and I said I'd never let it get the leverage again
But I said it with grin, Running out of medicine to give
Running out of letters to mend together and send
Better settle with the bed I'm in again
Let it be, You gotta meddle with the pigs
Cut us down if you're able
Forty-five on the table
Run away if you're able
Blowing smoke through your halo
Burns in the mattress from tourniquet practice
You curve in a permanent back bend