hear the sound
the angels come screaming
down your voice
I hear you’ve been bleeding
make your choice
they say you’ve been pleading
someone save us
heaven help us now
come crashing down
we’ll hear the sound
as you’re falling down
I’m at this old hotel
but can’t tell if I’ve been breathing or sleeping
or screaming or waiting for the man to call
and maybe all of the above
cause mostly I’ve been sprawled on these cathedral steps
while spitting out the blood and screaming
someone save us
heaven help us now
come crashing down
we’ll hear the sound
as you’re falling down
and will you pray for me?
or make a saint of me?
and will you lay for me?
or make a saint of?
cause I’ll give you all the nails you need
cover me in gasoline
wipe away those tears of blood again
and the punchline to the joke is asking
someone save us
heaven help us now
come crashing down
we’ll hear the sound
as you fall
and would you pray for me?
(you don’t know a thing about my sins)
(how the misery begins)
or make a saint of me?
(you don’t know)
(so I’m burning, I’m burning)
and will you lay for me?
(you don’t know a thing about my sins)
(how the misery begins)
or make a saint?
(you don’t know)
(cause I’m burning, I’m burning)
cause I’ll give you all the nails you need
(I’m burning, I’m burning again)
cover me in gasoline again
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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