Karaoké Spring Break 1899 Murder by Death
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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
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