| (Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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| If the women don’t get ya, the whiskey must)
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| When I rest my eyes, I see all these ghosts
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| The more I try to push them back, the more they crowd close
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| All those hurts I’ve caused, all those hurts I’ve known
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| But worst of all, the chances offered and chances blown
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| I can’t let go
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| Of all the fuckers that have done me wrong
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| Gonna get 'em back before long
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| I can’t let go
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| Of all the damage that I did my bro
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| Didn’t mean to treat him so
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| I can’t let go
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| Of all the people I will never be
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| Barriers in front of me
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| I can’t let go
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| Of all the things I wish I never did
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| Even back when I was just a kid
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| I can’t let go
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| When I lost my pa, when that moment come
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| I lumped those thoughts with all the rest in my cranium
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| I still feel that beat, I still hear those drums
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| And they thump on and on and on, ever closer
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| I can’t let go
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| Of how he looked when he got so thin
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| It seemed like I could see through him
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| I can’t let go
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| Of how I felt when I heard that breath
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| The second that I first saw death
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| I can’t let go
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| Of how another had to close his eyes
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| Jesus, I was paralyzed
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| I can’t let go
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| Of who he was and what he left behind
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| It’s always in the back of my mind
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| I can’t let go
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| M-I-double S-I-double S-I-P-P-I
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| What’s wrong?
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| M-I-double S-I-double S-I-P-P-I |