Empty Bones

Here comes that angry feeling
Same ole drunken wheeling
Same ole cliche pattern
Gonna rub my magic lantern
Run my red baton
Wave my golden wand
Go dancing in the rain
More more, stop the pain
Devil says this is new
Angel says you better think it through
James Brown says get on up
History says I’m gonna fuck it up
Got me a tiny wife
Less drama in my life
I gotta second in my head
Act on the thoughts, might end up dead
Because heroin knows my cells
Tells me where th dealer dwells
My blood a map on mpty bones
I start to hunt when I’m all alone
Devil says this is new
Angel says think it through
James Brown says get on up
History says I’m gonna fuck it up
Devil says this is new
Angel says think it through
James Brown says get on up
History says I’m gonna fuck it up
Devil says this is new
Angel says think it through
James Brown says get on up
History says I’m gonna fuck it up
Write you out of my head
Cut you out of this thread
Write you out of my head
Cut you
Write you out of my head
Cut you