The Mountain Goats - Soft Targets lyrics

You cry when you get drunk And i can't find the right things to say Sooner or later you'll start breaking plates And i'll do what i can to stay out of your way There is nobody innocent here I got more blood on my hands than you do It's you and it's me and the baby makes three Yeah but we've got our love to carry us through We've got our love to carry us through I cry when i'm hungry Something is wrong with my brain And the ghost of future's awake in the attic He moans and he wails as he rattles his chain We embrace on the floor in the kitchen Emissaries from neighboring lands When i hunt down the vampire who did this to us I will rip out his heart with my hands I will rip out his heart with my hands