Lyrics
the rim is jagged like a razors blade
my thoughts are daggers on every nerve
my thoughts are daggers on every nerve
living in a box of cardboard and gray
Played trombone once for a delta dollar bill, if i get all i want i will have to give you some, life is a slow song with dirt words
i got a raindrop on the tip of my tongue
i am the cross you force and twist into the ground
Borrowed and spent, funny paper stimulates comic strip heat
My thoughts are daggers on every nerve, crack vials breaking like a shotgun blast
Howling at the moon for friends who have passed, woudnt mind working a little bit Bride, pull the snow around me snug me like a blanket of wool
Life has poured me a glass that i can t drink, borrowed and spent Time, on sunday well fly black flags from the mast
Does anybody have the time holy ghost, i got a raindrop on the tip of my tongue Bride, i got nothing new its used
Living in a box of cardboard and gray, living in a box of cardboard and gray, does anybody have the time holy ghost
Does anybody have the time holy ghost, diesel is the smeel of a mississipi grill
living in a box of cardboard and gray
If a lie here to freeze to death id be another fox hole fool, living in a box of cardboard and gray
life is a slow song with dirt words
played trombone once for a delta dollar bill
The thorn in the brow, if a lie here to freeze to death id be another fox hole fool, the rim is jagged like a razors blade
Diesel is the smeel of a mississipi grill, borrowed and spent
Life is a slow song with dirt words, ive been hurting deep in my soul
Woudnt mind working a little bit, got a dew drop omelette an trash can lid
My thoughts are daggers on every nerve, when i get to heaven will i wear a mask, woudnt mind working a little bit