Scud Mountain Boys Follow

(Here we go, quitado)

Feel like dying in my shoes
I don't think that I can walk the mile
just to drag you back down
into that wicked life you've made

Feel like drowning in my soup
I don't think I could ever swallow
when I read the killing letters
of your Christian middle name

I know that I don't have a pristine bone in my body
you're certain you can get to everyone
you've found the perfect scapegoat in your only one

Cigarette sandwich in the evening
Ice cold coffee from the time you loved me
now only winter runs her crippled fingers
through my thinning hair

People call but I don't answer
I'm killing myself on the iron landing
just to watch the twilight traffic
bleeding from that city square

I know that I don't have a pristine bone in my body
you're certain you can get to everyone
you've found the perfect scapegoat in your only one

I know that I don't have a pristine bone in my body
you're certain you can get to everyone
you've found the perfect scapegoat in your only one

I was the only one
I was the only one