This gasoline makes one fine drink
All I need is trouble
Flicker in the sunlight dawn
They'll find my dead body cold
I used to wither just like winter
And now all I am is useless

So now is the time
To say all I wished I could have said
But I can't get my tongue out
And I can't get my sword to work
I'll just talk loads of bullshit anyhow

Your mother in torn garments
Like Jesus Christ denied
Blood in all her pockets
And you inside her eyes

Let's shut it down

Let's kill the lights

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Writer(s): Damien Jurado