Tuesday, March 3, 2009


friday night and you're waiting to be saved
end of your line end of all the games you played
the tides of men that wash all the towns
leave just crabs and bottles crawling on the ground
you don't even hear but you can't drown all the sounds

all the roads that used to take you home
are slippery now moss on stones
you couldn't care you were just a nigger on the loose
you weren't a beggar and you couldn't choose
you lost your nerve when there was nothing else to lose

living in two worlds feigning all your sins
you hold on to the cord that binds you to your dreams
too wounded to pray there's nothing here to take
you try to stay awake but what difference does it make
the perilous edge of town is the only place that's safe

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