A Man Alone
Woke up this morning without a face.
I've fooled myself again.
I've sold myself again.
Another wasted day counting shades of gray.
Another fool's attempt to fall from grace.
A casual line.
A sip of wine to sympathize
While you're laughing.
But on the inside
I've lost the insight that just might be the truth...
Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch!
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch!
CUT OFF ALL LOOSE TIES, and bleed for days!
Who could stand veins with friends like these?
I pick my teeth out of the mud,
And sink the sun.
"What have you done?"
I cut the bandages,
Remove the oxygen.
"Hey man, what's with that stupid grin?"
I cut and bleed myself along.
A man alone can do no wrong.
Another wasted day counting shades of gray.
Another fool's attempt to fall from grace.
Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch!
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch!
CUT OFF ALL LOOSE TIES, and bleed for days!
Who could stand veins with friends like these?
OLD MAN LONELINESS is a son of a bitch!
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch!
CUT OFF ALL LOOSE TIES, and bleed for days!
Who could stand veins with friends like these?
Taste of sunSHINE!
DEVIL ON MY TOES!
(No sympathy for the Devil.)
(God gave him wings, God gave him wings.)
(No sympathy for the Devil.)
(God gave him wings, God gave him wings.)
"These hands; they've made for you..."
(No sympathy for the Devil.)
(God gave him wings, God gave him wings.)
"Your wings that stick to you..."
It's dirt beneath your fingertips.
It hurts too much to wait for it.
It's dirt beneath your fingertips.
It hurts too much to wait for it.
It's dirt beneath your fingertips.
It hurts too much to WAIT FOR THIS.
Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch!
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch!
CUT OFF ALL LOOSE TIES, and bleed for days!
Who could stand veins with friends like these?
OLD MAN LONELINESS is a son of a bitch!
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch!
CUT OFF ALL LOOSE TIES, and bleed for days!
WHO COULD STAND VEINS with friends like these?
Taste of sunshine!
DEVIL ON MY TIME!
Ha ha, man alone.
I've fooled myself again.
I've sold myself again.
Another wasted day counting shades of gray.
Another fool's attempt to fall from grace.
A casual line.
A sip of wine to sympathize
While you're laughing.
But on the inside
I've lost the insight that just might be the truth...
Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch!
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch!
CUT OFF ALL LOOSE TIES, and bleed for days!
Who could stand veins with friends like these?
I pick my teeth out of the mud,
And sink the sun.
"What have you done?"
I cut the bandages,
Remove the oxygen.
"Hey man, what's with that stupid grin?"
I cut and bleed myself along.
A man alone can do no wrong.
Another wasted day counting shades of gray.
Another fool's attempt to fall from grace.
Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch!
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch!
CUT OFF ALL LOOSE TIES, and bleed for days!
Who could stand veins with friends like these?
OLD MAN LONELINESS is a son of a bitch!
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch!
CUT OFF ALL LOOSE TIES, and bleed for days!
Who could stand veins with friends like these?
Taste of sunSHINE!
DEVIL ON MY TOES!
(No sympathy for the Devil.)
(God gave him wings, God gave him wings.)
(No sympathy for the Devil.)
(God gave him wings, God gave him wings.)
"These hands; they've made for you..."
(No sympathy for the Devil.)
(God gave him wings, God gave him wings.)
"Your wings that stick to you..."
It's dirt beneath your fingertips.
It hurts too much to wait for it.
It's dirt beneath your fingertips.
It hurts too much to wait for it.
It's dirt beneath your fingertips.
It hurts too much to WAIT FOR THIS.
Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch!
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch!
CUT OFF ALL LOOSE TIES, and bleed for days!
Who could stand veins with friends like these?
OLD MAN LONELINESS is a son of a bitch!
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch!
CUT OFF ALL LOOSE TIES, and bleed for days!
WHO COULD STAND VEINS with friends like these?
Taste of sunshine!
DEVIL ON MY TIME!
Ha ha, man alone.
Credits
Writer(s): Derek Doherty, Nathan Barcalow, Randy Strohmeyer, Marc Edwin Allen, Alejandro Martinez Linares
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