but none of the lives they’ve touched;
I’m living my life upside-down
serving lunch.
I’m away, we won’t see each other again.
I’m sad right now but know come to-morrow
I’ll find myself more and more elsewhere
and later cleared and clean, too.
Blooded veins and dollar bills —
they can both burn with fire;
at least everyone gets nothing
when they die.
Don’t gnash your teeth on a bumpy road,
gotta take care, little things still show;
black-hat woodpeckers keep coming back,
soon you don’t even have a door.
In another room there’s laughing
but that’s not where you're at..
Bitterness finds you when it wants,
and you’re the inside man, oh
Blooded veins…
The hawks are giving hell to field mice,
my fuckin fan-belt just won’t shut up
and I’m breathing in splinters –
oh save us, save us.. oh
Blooded veins…
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