All Of This

Skippy B's brother sleeping next to the pit
All covered in mud it's cold, he's got a coat for a sheet
There's tiny Pete laying one, on top of DP's new car
He's up there mingling in with gaucho and Maradona, I feel home
I feel home

There are curses old men say when they play cards with wine at stake
That are far milder than what I feel for you
And there are people risking all to get a decent rush of blood
But they wouldn't do the things I'd do for you

But I've gone wrong, to say the least
I lost focus or somebody gave me something
Something happened, ripped the curtains top to bottom
I was not there anymore

The day after I was told that I had better leave the country
Everybody looking at me as if I was a fucking ghost
(As if I was a fucking ghost)

Bright poison lend me some extra time to clear my mind up a bit
But now it's starting to snow back again
How cool these people, how cool the lights and how cool the show
It's not something I'd recommend though
I got nothing but a ton of regrets

Here somebody gave me something
Something happened, ripped the curtains top to bottom
I was not there anymore
Now the people that I've been around have gone, leaving behind
This poor fucker giving all and getting nothing in return

Getting nothing in return
And I probably deserve it all
But they cannot raise any finger
We know they're even worse, I guess
It's fun to see me out there hanging on the cross

What if I roll up my sleeves, I wear sunglasses at night
And I give all of my self for it
What if I blow up my eyes
And I get some trees on fire
And I just throw up twice

Because I'm really not sure
If it's some extra hook-ups
Some extra time, extra poison
Some extra everything else
What makes me cope with myself
And gets me through all of this

It strikes when I'm coming home
It strikes when I'm coming torn
So what was really the use of this?
It will be fine in my fifties
I hope, I'm halfway there
And I know nothing but all of this
All of this