I wear my crown of thorns and pull the knife out my chest.
I keep searching for something that I never seem to find.
But maybe I won't, because I left it all behind.
Now I'm stuck with this, and that'll never change
Always a part of me, until the very last day.
I’m out of time, and out of luck, and no one seems to give a fuck
They say its just fine here, they say at least we have beer
But I don’t wana go a single day without you, and baby they don’t have a clue
But baby, I can’t seem to pass, out of steam, and running out of gas
You say I’m losing you, but I’m trying my best to push on trough
Promise, after promise we made, we sat, and we layed
But all that time I was thinking too much, of how I had this hunch
I was never good enough for you, and baby we never had a clue
I’m out of gas, out of luck, and nobody ever gives a fuck
Stuck here in this one man town, acting like I’m a clown
But I don’t wana live without you hear, I don’t give a shit about this beer
Why do you say I can’t pass, when its you who made me run outa gas
You say I’m losing you, but you wont help me through
When all I ever said and did, was tell you it would be alright when you hid
I was always there for you, baby you know, yes you know its true
But I’m out of time, and I’m out of luck, and you never even really gave a fuck
They say its fine here, maybe I’ll drink a little beer
Because your always gonna just stand there, yeah, just stand, away from here
The Running Blood
He was a flame-haired dodgy geezer, who had a a face full of stubble and an ability to fly. She was a mean spirited pub landlady who bungie jumped from bridges and yearned for the taste of blood. Together they rode through the night on their trusty steeds. Fighting gluttonous crime lords and freeing captured souls.
JUNE 14, 2011!!!