E
whose blood
do they plan to feed me now?
Dbmin B
I think I've had enough
A
of all my killing
E
I should be leaving town
Dbmin
but you can't outrun the dead
B
and they're running down my hands
A
so there's no forgetting them.
you know, you look so good tonight
I think you might be my final friend
thought I'd pull my fangs
but I think I'll indulge them
'cause I can't fulfill my appetite
see your blue eyes in the darkest night
gold hair like a holy fire
I can't get no relief...
but you know that I'm full of shit
I'll stop saying I can't get over it
no white boy blues are permanent
I just don't know what to do
and you know I've been drinking too
and it might be the Apocalypse
'cause I thought I saw Him coming for us
but it was just you with your arms like a crucifix
we were walking down that dead-end street
balancing on concrete
when these words dug holes in your feet and hands
'til it was the end.