Из альбома: The Unmistakable Man
My baby shot me on a mountain top
I get my kicks, yeah, from the bottoms up
And all of these people saying they've had enough
Well I don't think that you'd understand
I've done my fair share of my unfair shit
That doesn't mean you'll get away with this
I hid your name upon the quilt I knit
Still, I don't think that you'd understand
In the basement praying
Singing, "Jesus, what's my name? And do willing
sinners get the same redemption?"
She's a holy cross, it's one more battle lost
Well I guess that's worth the cost of my intentions
I hurt for all that need a suffering
A crucifixion of my upbringing
'Cause being empathetic that's one thing
But I don't think they'd all understand
I put abrasions on the hearts I grow
And say they're better for the things they know
And still, I hate they way it's come to show
that I don't think that you'd understand
In the basement praying
Singing, "Jesus, what's my name? And do willing
sinners get the same redemption?"
She's a holy cross, it's one more battle I lost
Well I guess that's worth the cost of my intentions
Another death upon a mountain top
Our loves are nothing but some real shit luck
Remember when we used to give a fuck?
Well I don't think the lord understands
And why the hell'd it take so long to grow?
Perhaps we worship all the things we know
Stuck in the landing of your vertigo