The Waterboys Follow

Everything is rags
And there's nobody to blame but me
And it would be so easy
If there was no one to hurt but me

But now everything that I do
Coming out of me will just tear through you
In and out of you
Up and down your life like a curse

Cast by the only son of rags
Who would wrap you up in all the finest tatters
But he wanted nothing more, my loved one
Than to wrap you up in joy

But it never be with me, you and I are like two worlds
Not meant to collide
Death to each other

So tell me, how do you, how do you
How do you, how do you like it?
Ooh, what kind of, what kind of
What kind of dream would you call it?

To have one foot in Eden, one foot in hell
To be always numb, plagued by demons
Summoned by angels at the same time
Endlessly

But I will burn me, right out of this place
I will lay you down to sleep, so when you wake
I'll be gone and you will remember nothing
You will remember nothing

Everything is rags
And there's nobody to blame but me
And it would be so easy