Burnt Offering

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I got a bag full of bones; not a single one honest Polished 'em, bleached 'em, blessed 'em with ivory crosses Must be nauseous from drinkin' silver mercury Dirty as a scalpel after drug store surgery Parasite leechin' off a good thing going Sent my condolence to the widow while the barrel's still smokin' Blood stream rank as the bathtub whiskey that was Kept in the flask of your favorite father That sounds great now make me another offer With your head hung, arms stretched high in the Jesus posture Freezer locker burn, burn, for the needle doctor People taught ya more shame than the evil offers Born under a bad sign begun Talkin' under my breath, living under the gun Lookin' over my back with metal under my tongue Tryin' to outrun the hour hand until the clock reads none CHORUS: You burned my past; I'll burn you last Under the sky an ice cold colorless eye Peers into our windows as we wonder the why Try your best to stay dry in a tumblin' tide These are troubling times, no wonder you hunger the high Bent as a question mark, hoover, dressed in dark Add lab rats and laugh tracks as soon as the confession starts Scared as hell? Then climb off the carousel Didn't want to let go and didn't have no where to fell Ring them bells and save your savior Neighbors raped your sacred acres, replaced with skyscrapers Fly paper on the ceiling catches holy tongues Ease off the opium son or there won't be none Get it all up out the cracks between your vertebrae Before you sulkin', turned away without a single word to say So who cut the brake line, I'm gonna take Time just to find 'em while there's still another curse to place CHORUS Regret holds me tight its only right Spent another lonely night with Jack Daniels and his trophy wife Roll these dice, you only live twice But you need lucky thirteen to shake away your poltergeist Here's a sober sight for you to analyze overnight Keep your mouth closed and your composure tight Don't even let a single bead of sweat drop Or its back to the pet shop, probably where you're best off Live from the boiler room, straight from the gut With a glimmer in my eye and some salt in the cut With a thorn in my side and a limp in my strut I barely have to make 'em cry before they're giving it up CHORUS