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When the prodigal son picks the skin off his teeth |
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He licks the top of his lips. he says you are what you eat. |
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He takes a Cadillac drive through the Tennessee fires, |
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A swig of whiskey and rye, the moon reflects in his eyes. |
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I used to be the mayor of this city, |
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And all the girls, they look so pretty |
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But I used to hate myself, oh. |
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I still hate myself. |
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And all the members in my committee and all the angels and prayers of pity |
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Won't save you from yourself no, when you hate yourself. |
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(Shut your eyes and you'll burst into) Flames in his breath whenever he speaks. |
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He's got the top of the world at the soles of his feet. |
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He's a bargaining man, he's got a lucrative hand, |
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He's not part of the Bible, the Torah, or Qur'an. |
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I'm a man who fucks with fire, and I'm a man who sleeps with liars, |
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But I don't come from Hell no. I wasn't raised in hell. |
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I never felt so damn inspired than the holy day that I retired |
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And I summoned Hell, oh. You're living in Hell. |
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God scorched the fields and dried the lakes. |
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I should've left but chose to stay. |
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Man kills man, but can't kill me. |
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High noon; the light gets chased by dawn |
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I threw my Caddy into park |
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Put the top down and watch them burn. |
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I watched the trees burn in flame, I hear the buildings give way. |
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I feel the tremors set in, I smell the sulfur burn in. |
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I thought the radio died, but somehow it survived. |
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I tried so hard not to cry, they played American Pie. |
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Don McLean knew of the darkness, and the sadness of time. |
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I remember that song as a kid, and how I was affected. |
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Everyone feels estranged in this world, everyone is connected. |
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I didn't know much of Buddy Holly, I always thought it was Oswald. |
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I remember my mom used to sing it, to put me to sleep. |
