Pull the stones out your pockets/ slide your money ‘cross the table
What you doing dancing with cement shoes/ you’re bound to lose
Found a fuse so I lit it/ then I hid it- then I wondered what didded
What have I committed/ feeling parasitic
Bear witness of a perfect crime/ criminal the prime time
I’m blind, blind side/ my, my, the time flies
Wise eyes would never look twice into the paradise
You did it once it spared your life/ don’t try again, it’s theirs tonight
Damn I’m getting old/ there’s creakin’ in my bones
I feel the frozen air that’s leakin’ in my home/ feed the coals
Felt the soles of my feet walk on graveyards and souls in the street
Its just gon’ repeat/ its just gon’ repeat
Rob me of what’s mine/ sell it on a bus line
Sew my thick lips closed and tell me it’s just fine
Thumbs up, dumbstruck/ hit me with the raw deal uncut
All night and can’t tell the sun’s up
Two ton truck walks into a bar
Orders a gallon of gas, a rag, a match, a spark
Its too dark these days, wouldn’t you agree?
Soon you’ll see us light the sky up like god’s jewelry
its too dark these days, wouldn’t you agree?
soon you’ll see us light the sky up like god’s jewelry
its too dark these days, wouldn’t you agree?
soon you’ll see us light the sky up like god’s jewelry
Bang, bang, bang, that’s the sound of the chain gang
Sound of the same pain suffered just to maintain
Preach the sermon/ teach peace and speak with purpose
But behind the curtains you speak cheap and sleep with servants
Secret service/ it’s better that you didn’t know
The kisses blown fell short and wound up on the kitchen floor
Vision slow/ mugging hazy individuals
All eyes on me/ they should be out there skipping stones
Listen close/ I promised you a pulse
D to the O to the A is the result
You wanna shock me then turn up the volts
Don’t try to give me the ghost/ it's clear you need it the most
Let’s see what fate has to offer/ roll the dice
Don’t give a drowning man a glass of water
Pass the coffers/ now fill ‘em with the ashes of propaganda’s authors
The newsprint imposters/ witch doctors
The empty rhetoric bottom-feeder sediment believers
Playing broken trumpets just to be heard
Bang, bang, bang/ that’s the same thing playing
Let the broken record skip just to maintain-tain
Its too dark these days, wouldn’t you agree?
Soon you’ll see us light the sky up/ like god’s jewelry
Its too dark these days, wouldn’t you agree?
Soon you’ll see us light the sky up/ like god’s jewelry
