| Slit my throat from ear to ear
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| And drink my blood like wine
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| I ain’t afraid of living, boy
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| And I ain’t afraid to die
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| I ain’t no goddamn vampire
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| And I ain’t leaking tears
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| Its not about them photographs
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| Or shouting out them beers
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| I’ve stood out that corner
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| And I’ve waited for that man
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| I’ve felt that beat pump through my veins
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| As the money changed it’s hands
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| I’ve walked these lonely city streets
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| And I’ve climbed these purple hills
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| I’ve stood itching and waiting
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| Goddamn
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| Goddamn, I’m waiting still
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| Have you ever felt the sunrise
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| In twitching, aching arms
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| Or held your black spots in you palm
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| And squeezed and loved them hard?
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| My city’s so forgiving
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| But this life, it ain’t no living
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| Take me home
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| You never cry in bottles
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| You cry when you get home
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| When you watch your life walk out the door
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| And you fall asleep alone
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| I got my shit together
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| But lord knows where I’m going
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| Take me home |