R.L. Burnouts Inc.
Slit my throat from ear to ear and drink my blood like wine
I ain't afraid of living, boy, and I ain't afraid to die
I ain't no goddamn vampire and I ain't leaking tears
It's not about them photographs or counting out them beers
'Cause I've stood out on that corner and I've waited for that man
I've felt the beat pump through these veins as the money changed its hands
I've walked these lonely city streets, I've climbed these purple hills
I've stood itching and waiting, goddamn, goddamn, I'm waiting still
Have you ever felt the sunrise in your twitching, aching arms?
Or held your black spots in your palms and squeezed and loved them hard?
This city's so forgiving, but this life it ain't no living
Lord, take me home, take me home, take me home
You never cry in bottles, you cry when you get home
When you watch your life walk out the door and you fall asleep alone
I got my shit together, but lord knows where I'm going
Take me home, take me home, take me home
Slit my throat from ear to ear and drink my blood like wine
I ain't afraid of living, boy, and I ain't afraid to die
I've stood out on that corner and I've waited for that man
I've felt the beat pump through these veins as the money changed its hands
I've walked these lonely city streets, I've climbed these purple hills
I've stood itching and waiting, goddamn, goddamn, I'm waiting still
I'm waiting still, I'm waiting still
I'm waiting still
I ain't afraid of living, boy, and I ain't afraid to die
I ain't no goddamn vampire and I ain't leaking tears
It's not about them photographs or counting out them beers
'Cause I've stood out on that corner and I've waited for that man
I've felt the beat pump through these veins as the money changed its hands
I've walked these lonely city streets, I've climbed these purple hills
I've stood itching and waiting, goddamn, goddamn, I'm waiting still
Have you ever felt the sunrise in your twitching, aching arms?
Or held your black spots in your palms and squeezed and loved them hard?
This city's so forgiving, but this life it ain't no living
Lord, take me home, take me home, take me home
You never cry in bottles, you cry when you get home
When you watch your life walk out the door and you fall asleep alone
I got my shit together, but lord knows where I'm going
Take me home, take me home, take me home
Slit my throat from ear to ear and drink my blood like wine
I ain't afraid of living, boy, and I ain't afraid to die
I've stood out on that corner and I've waited for that man
I've felt the beat pump through these veins as the money changed its hands
I've walked these lonely city streets, I've climbed these purple hills
I've stood itching and waiting, goddamn, goddamn, I'm waiting still
I'm waiting still, I'm waiting still
I'm waiting still
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Writer(s): Brendan Kelly, The Falcon
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