The scene is an old boathouse on some forgotten lake
A sleepy memory that reminds me of my great mistake
My inspiration for self hatred and obsession with cause and effect
But I ain't smart enough to figure it out, at least not yet
My biggest fear was never dying alone, I wouldn't mind that at all
But hating the company that has to watch me when I fall
'Cos there ain't no way in Hell I'm gonna end up in Heaven
Maybe I never had a spirit and I am not my Father's son
When I finally break in two and they strap each piece into a chair
They will curse my wretched name they will cut off all my hair
My last words to my one and only a girl from way down South
We'll meet again my love I'll see you in the Devil's mouth
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 6:51 PM UTC
The scene is an old boathouse on some forgotten lake
A sleepy memory that reminds me of my great mistake
My inspiration for self hatred and obsession with cause and effect
But I ain't smart enough to figure it out, at least not yet
My biggest fear was never dying alone, I wouldn't mind that at all
But hating the company that has to watch me when I fall
'Cos there ain't no way in Hell I'm gonna end up in Heaven
Maybe I never had a spirit and I am not my Father's son
When I finally break in two and they strap each piece into a chair
They will curse my wretched name they will cut off all my hair
My last words to my one and only a girl from way down South
We'll meet again my love I'll see you in the Devil's mouth
