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Singing Knives

Willi Carlisle


To live without love is a knife in every direction
And when you touched me that night
I saw lights and cold steel reflection
Tell me: what's the point of livin' and feelin' so loveless?
Nothin' helps me do a thing now
darlin', I think I'm hopeless

'Cause I worked at the foundry for six months
And I dated your friends, they're all dumb punks
And the flowers in bloom and your cheap perfume
I thought it was too nice to mean much

Well with Jack or Jim, or me or him
you used to spike your iced-tea
I used to show up late and stoned
just prayin' you'd forgive me
And I clean up alright
though it's not like you'd ever notice
Nothin' helps me hold a job down
darlin', I think I broke this

'Cause I don't care to work on a Sunday
I drug gravel for miles 'cross some site
Don't tell me some loves take a backroad to town
You know I like to drive all night

Well a poor boy findin' you was like buyin' a lottery ticket
And when you said I couldn't hold you
I told you we oughta forget it
And I don't care to be happy, just don't wanna let you down
I swear I don't give a shit, no I spit
when I pass your home town

'Cause I'da waltzed at your sister's wedding
I'da shook your father's right hand
But a few scented candles and pictures on mantles
They don't fix an angry young man

And it cuts to the bone
there's a stone in my throat just to sing it
But I carved out a home of my own with no one's forgiveness
When I close my eyes, I don't try, but I still see you naked
And that wound was so raw
that I thought that we could still make it
Compositor: Willi Carlisle

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