I have had enough sadness
for a row of lifetimes.
When fallen angels make us weep,
the piano man cries,
how long must we bleed for their crimes.

I can't help if I take on your labor too
give me those needles and haystacks
pile them higher, higher, higher

Getting high on needles and
buried in haystacks
reclined on the feathers
of your torn out
****** wings
on and on the piano man sings,
the piano man sings

Blackest of feathers
soft and deceiving
you draw me in
while thinking of leaving
you deserve every drop
of that blood you drip
If only you felt
half as much as you bleed.

I'm covered in tears,
blood and water,
I can't drown it out
can't wash it away
I'm cut and I'm stained
I'm healed,
but I'm drained.