Down on my knees in the graveyard
Humming on the "no-name blues".
Cry to the sky up above me
Forget about the blood on my shoes
This person think they've got the answer
Why that person's heart turned blue
Everybody walkin' past me everybody shoutin' at me
Nothin' in the pathway they choose.
But I feel like Stalin on All Saint's Day
With the world like a T.V. at my feet
Beg for some sun from a sky turned grey
While I'm crying in the honeymoon suite
You undermine my sense of independence
When you make me beg for a light
But the dancer is lame, and the drugs hide my pain
When I can no longer stand upright.
I've got a pipe-bomb dream in my pocket
I've got some water from a well run dry
Got a picture of the past in a locket
That always brings a tear to my eye.
And I feel like Stalin on All Saint's Day
With the world like a T.V. at my feet
Beg for some sun from a sky turned grey
I got that girl cryin' in the honeymoon suite.
And when the moon runs high, my tears won't dry
A passion play in which I play a part
I was born in a flood
I'm made of Mississippi mud
Nothing left but this pain in my heart
When the moon runs high, my tears won't dry
A passion play in which I play a part
I was born in a flood
I'm made of Mississippi mud
Got nothing left but this pain in my heart...
Pain in my heart...
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