Mark Lanegan

Ohhh, an artery is not a vein
No history can tell
My skeleton won't tell
Why some like moths draw
To a surgeon's drill
And blood shot hits to marrow
The snake's eating through her clothes and
Her charms that won me over
DeGama breached this lofty reach
Balboa left his bones upon the beach
Left there to bleach
Rose breaks in my fingers
Pullin' nickels through the stem too much has took a toll
Smoke crawls low along the ceilings
And all is quiet
But I keep listening
Come to kill me
Oh, she just left, you missed her
Go on home, the sex theater is closed
Cracked mouth too dry to drink
At least the sand is cold
Wish the sea would drown the freeway
Instead, girls stare in dead-eyed wonder
They can't walk with fallen soldiers
Used by cops who fucked inside abandoned boarding houses
Go on fast before the beast catches the bastard
Draggin' the chain down, down, down
Who'll say it
Tell me