You're always looking to authenticate,
With a bullet in the brain. It's just another cliche.
I can see you standing in your final hour.
Hoping Jesus will forgive you for destroying his temple.
There were birds in the trees that were witness to it.
There were stars in the sky but they couldn't stop you.
Vultures in the air said
"come on, Do It. DO IT!"
"let flow your blood,
Let it flow."
A glass of tea and a couple cigarettes.
Last supper of a man who's never gonna resurrect,
but too young to have enough regrets.
Never a chance to find that kind of exit.
And a lover scars where it can't be broken
Nor the ground we sow treated barren.
It'll b*** your bones & send em flyin'
On some cold dry wind out of colorado
I'll admit I often thought about it
And I even set a place at the table for it
Every time I hear you kill yourself
My heart it wants for one more song, one more song
With a bullet in the brain. It's just another cliche.
I can see you standing in your final hour.
Hoping Jesus will forgive you for destroying his temple.
There were birds in the trees that were witness to it.
There were stars in the sky but they couldn't stop you.
Vultures in the air said
"come on, Do It. DO IT!"
"let flow your blood,
Let it flow."
A glass of tea and a couple cigarettes.
Last supper of a man who's never gonna resurrect,
but too young to have enough regrets.
Never a chance to find that kind of exit.
And a lover scars where it can't be broken
Nor the ground we sow treated barren.
It'll b*** your bones & send em flyin'
On some cold dry wind out of colorado
I'll admit I often thought about it
And I even set a place at the table for it
Every time I hear you kill yourself
My heart it wants for one more song, one more song