Since you're talking about life and death
Might I mention your breath?
It's got blood on it, baby
You know I know the scent
Now why don't you tell me where you really went?
Down to the river - that's why you're wet
And cold and muddy... and don't forget
To tell me how you fucked him, and how you met
Blood and bone and beer and cigarette
I was a born a has-been
That is true
Never knew where to go, who to see, what to do
I was born a has-been
That's correct
Never knew what to do, how to intersect
Always every April, you start to miss the fall
With the leaves and clouds and snow covering all
Be sure to tuck yourself in good so the cops can't see
How cold we are, how old we are, dead inside a tree
The jar up on the counter is last night's haul
You know you do it for me baby, you're a living doll
You know you do it for me baby, right up on the wall
Without you in my veins I'd stumble and fall
You know you do it for me baby, you're a living doll
You do it for me baby, right up on the wall
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