Murder By Death

The sun is comin up over the hill...
Or maybe its not I cant even tell
But theres a warmth on my face
That isnt the blood
And my tears are turnin
The snow into mud
And I cant feel my left leg
But I think its still there
Did I kill anybody?
Hell, I never fight fair
What state am I in?
Am I still on the run?
Has it really been so long
Since Ive seen the sun?
My instincts are telling me
To pick up and go
But I cant feel my fingers
And I cant move my toes
Theres a drained bourbon bottle
Layin next to my head
And the piss and the vomit
Are the sheets on my bed
Is it you? Could it be you?
Dont want it to
I went out all night drinking
So I took the bait
And I jumped off the interstate
To Highway 8
To the bars full of girls
Who all know me by name
They all drink the same drinks
And they all fuck the same
Now my eyes are turnin red
In this hotel bar
And shes breathing out smoke
As she motions towards the door
The kindness of a stranger
Or a trick of the trade?
God knows Im not the first mistake
That shes made
Is it you? Could it be you?
Dont want it to
Is it you? Could it be you?
Dont want it to
I been down and out
I been spit on for so long
I stored my shame in my belly
till I needed to be strong
In my last guilty whim
I stole a map and a truck
Its pure chance
That i havent already been picked up
But from here on the slates clean
Im headin way south
Always heard the girls were pretty there
I got to find out!
Look Ma your sons a travelin man!
I dont know what I did
But Ill do all the good that I can....
Could it be you?
Could it be you?
Could it be you?
Could it be you?
Could it be you?
(Thanks to Megan for these lyrics)
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