Karaoké Spring Break 1899 Murder by Death

The sun is comin' up over the hill

Or maybe it's not

I can't even tell

But there's a warmth on my face that isn't the blood

And my tears are turnin' the snow into mud

And I can't feel my left leg but I think it's still there

Did I kill anybody

Hell I never fight fair

What state am I in

Am I still on the run

Has it really been so long since I've seen the sun

My instincts are tellin' me to pick up and go but I can't feel my fingers and I can't move my toes

There's a drained bourbon bottle layin' next to my head

And the piss and the vomit are the sheets on my bed

Is it you

Could it be you

Don't want it to

I went out all night drinkin' so I took the bait

And I jumped off the interstate to Highway Eight

To the bars full of girls who all know me by name

They all drink the same drinks and they all fuck the same

Now my eyes are turnin' red in this hotel bar

And she's breathin' out smoke as she motions towards the door

The kindness of a stranger or a trick of the trade

God knows I'm not the first mistake that she's made

Is it you

Could it be you

Don't want it to

Is it you

Could it be you

Don't want it to

I been down and out

I been spit on for so long

I stored my shame in my belly 'till I needed to be strong

In my last guilty whim

I stole a map and a truck

It's pure chance that I haven't already been picked up

But from here on the slate's clean

I'm headin' way south

Always heard the girls were pretty there

I got to find out

Look Ma your son's a travelin' man

I don't know what I did but I'll do all the good that I can

Could it be you

Could it be you

Could it be you

Could it be you

Could it be you