Charcoal Bridge

It’s pretty hard when you’re living
Underneath a charcoal bridge
It’s pretty sad when at the end of the road
You begin your race
It’s pretty hard when you live in the rain
And the sun shines bright
It’s pretty sad when you’re living
Underneath a burnt down bridge
I read the paper yesterday
What it said was no fucking surprise
This house is made, is made out of splinters
There’s a splinter in my head
Underneath a burnt down bridge…
It’s pretty sad when you’re living
Underneath a charcoal bridge
So fine when you’re drinking wine
It’s a reflection of another wasted night
In another place, in another hour
A willingness to try
For you
I’ve got nothing
I read the paper yesterday
What it said was no fucking surprise
Fuck you! Fuck you and your embassy
You’re everything… everything
Another hour in the wrong direction
It’s an erection for you
I read the paper yesterday
What it said was no fucking surprise
Fuck you! Fuck you and your embassy
You’re everything… everything