Saint O’ Killers
I guess I’ll just lie here
My face in the mud
Cos no one comes back here
Burn all your crosses
And tear up your books
There’s no need for answers
Just like you said
You’re held in your head
And no matter how, hard you can explain
The self that you see, to me just ain’t the same
I guess I’ll just lie here
My face in the mud
Cos no one comes back here
And no one should
A wish to disturb me
Is a price on your head
I’ve no need for money
I’m already dead
You don’t know the trouble
Or lives that I’ve snuffed
And yet still you wake me
Enough is enough
Just like you said
You’re held in your head
And no matter how, hard you can explain
The self that you see, to me just ain’t the same
A loaded gun
A steady hand
A whip of dust
A charge of sand
All hell to all
And all to hell
The highest has to fall
I guess I’ll just lie here
My face in the mud