Lyrics

All my limbs are lead They sleep in concrete boxes as beds Surfing on the river of Styx I've come to grips that maybe I could get away if I didn't try I kept you locked inside my wrist I was selfish I kept you locked inside my wrist All my sins are sad I was a vulture laughing at kids, before I made A bet with the Devil, I came to God with a plea Let's put our two heads together and make a man out of me, and he said "I'm all strung out on miracles" "Choking on mounds of marigolds"