Johnny Dowd Follow

Beauty crawls like a hog out of the mud
You can't make love without spilling some blood
My wrecked eyeballs squint suspiciously
From a bad seed comes a crooked tree

Memories squawk like buzzards in my head
The won't fly away til they've been fed
The preachers cast a real violent cast
Til death do ye part for better or worse

Sorrow is the river on which I sail
From the pearly gates through the jaws of hell
Guilty as charged and sentenced to die
No mother to mourn me and no wife to cry

Like a child that's lost in a forest of trees
I've been blinded by love, she's all I can see
Black is the future like a monkey's eye
I can't forget her no matter how I try

Rags and bones
I'm a casualty
All that's left
Is real bad memories