I’ve burned my love
Old machinery
And now I’ve got shakes beneath my seat
An old cold n dead bone in my arm
It burns me every time I pound and pray
A bell in a reception calls my name:
“Sir this outfit allows you to exchange your whole pain for this”
St. Joseph, make rain my tears
Look back breath in your first Kiss
It tastes like the rust I snuff to get some joy please...
St. Joseph, make rain my tears
Look back into your first years
It tastes like rehab for your eyes and now I’m lost...
December comes, there’s no snow to clean
My land is dry, not an American dream
Make me a good boy giving while I’m soaked in gasoline
Forever damned where my demons dwell
The fog, the flow, the blood this river sells
Then give me a fix to survive Christmas eve inside the well
St. Joseph, make rain my tears
Look back breath in your first Kiss
It tastes like the rust I snuff to get some joy please...
St. Joseph, make rain my tears
Look back into your first years
It tastes like rehab for your eyes and now I’m lost...
