Give them love someone
Blackened trees in a burned out summer
Effort slow
Men of toil
Got my head in a grip
So dead am I
Settle down
Just back down Sonny-Jim
Another storm weathered
Another glass emptied on my head
Cuts like rain
Severed limb
Goodbye town
Born and bred out there
Sit your slut down
Sonny-Jim

She said it once
A thousand times
'You'll miss me when I'm dead'

Bleeding eyes at breakfast
Elevate me now I am dead
Now I float around on sound
What a waste of good 'un
Too consumed
Assume me dead at best
Weighing heavy like a drop kick to your chest