Glassjaw

I draw them on reckless, etched in, scratched in like resurrection.
Your sins are killing you and you can bet they'll get me too.
I've got to give some to get some.
Mining in the river, standing in the rain.
Down on your knees as you heave at the drain.
You can lead a whore to water and you can bet she'll drink and follow
orders.
And I said, "Is this what you wanted?"
"Is this what you needed?"