Bleeding Through My Shoes

You’re comin' for a war fitted for your coffin
Cuz I don’t give easy now
I’m headed for a war fitted for my coffin
Cuz you don’t give up easy now Oh
You don’t give up easy now
Sleepin' like a rock on the ground at night
Prayin' to the Lord keep us out of sight
Bleeding through my shoes
Cryin' in my Jacket
Oh I wish I was dreamin'
Before my morphine dream I would write to you by carrosine
I recall the gloves you wore in spring of 1934
I live in a graveyard now
Burried none too deep
Lord my soul to keep
Skin like a tree
Hands like a knife
No I never had to learn to fight
A child of war and a man of death
You’ll be cursin' me with every breath ooh
With every breath
Screamin' to the king fill my lungs
Sword and a shield for a serpent’s tongue
Bleedin' through my shoes
Cryin in my jacket
I wish I was dreamin' ooh
I wish I was dreamin'
You know I’d gladly take her sick and her sorrow
If for a moment all of my strength she could borrow
Erase the time
Give my Katy one more day
I’ve got somethin' I wish to say