Isaac stomps out his cigarette ****
He’s been living down in the suburban desert.
I heard he stopped going to church years ago
And I heard he’s scared to pray with both eyes shut.
A hot night - sixteen and itching with life,
Sixteen and running blind down the mountain
Sixteen with bound up wrists; tied up hands
And the story goes his old man dropped the knife.
And the story goes he put up a hell of a fight.
They’d make a killing on ticket sales alone.
Get that angel to sweat in the stadium lights.
And I heard that Isaac still has scars on his chest,
But we all pay some penance, we all cheat some test.
Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 8:06 PM UTC
Isaac stomps out his cigarette ****
He’s been living down in the suburban desert.
I heard he stopped going to church years ago
And I heard he’s scared to pray with both eyes shut.
A hot night - sixteen and itching with life,
Sixteen and running blind down the mountain
Sixteen with bound up wrists; tied up hands
And the story goes his old man dropped the knife.
And the story goes he put up a hell of a fight.
They’d make a killing on ticket sales alone.
Get that angel to sweat in the stadium lights.
And I heard that Isaac still has scars on his chest,
But we all pay some penance, we all cheat some test.
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