Waste and tragedy have come and run their fingers through your hair
Waste and tragedy will never hold a candle to your fare
No, never
It was on my shoulder dyin' but too far beyond the lyin' part to care
It got you hurt but still believing in the gospel that the legends bring to bear.
Hours and who*es and days and
Days and weeks and weeks
Who's the truly weak and who's the merely weakened?
Vanished into thin air, vanished to the graveyard
Vanished to the graveyard, why couldn't they have stayed there.
Months and fronts and years and
Tears and battered wives.
Shattered lives of the weakened,
Oh so many weak men.
Waste and tragedy will never lift a finger for your care.
Waste and tragedy will lead you down the road to disrepair.
So grey that hair, girl.
Keep those feelings down south down somehow, at least this one last time, because
Soon the sick sheen of your living and your life will be behind you.
Hours and who*es and days and
Days and weeks and weeks
Who's the truly weak and who's the merely weakened?
Vanished into thin air, vanished to the graveyard
Ravaged till she bled there, all over the stable.
Months and fronts and years and
Tears and battered wives.
Shattered lives of the weakened,
Oh so many weak men.