The Last Fuck I Can Give

It's late December

We're waiting on January the 1st

It's been a shit year and it's already clear

That the next one will prob'ly be worse

So goodbye, good riddance

Here's the last fuck I can give

I'm too sad for this shit

At least I don't have to worry

'Bout impressing your folks

Your dad is a jerk and your mama ain't worth it

Your brother gets none of my jokes

And I ain't gonna worry 

About you and your man

I ain't gonna clean up my act or pretend to

I'm not even sure if I can

I just ain't gonna think

About you and him together

I ain't gonna think of the things that I did that you loved

That I know he does better

I ain't gonna sit up

All night in my car

Outside your house on the chance you come out

Just to torture my labouring heart

And I ain't gonna worry 

'Bout what's in these pills

The man on the street says they've helped him to beat

All his demons and even some angels

So goodbye, good riddance

Here's the last fuck I can give

I'm too sad for this shit

Well, I ain't gonna kill myself

At least not tonight

See I've always believed that there's something in leaving

When something ain't turning out right

So I'm packing up the trunk of my car

With what little shit I've got left

Get behind the wheel take a few of these pills

And pray for a natural death

Goodbye, good riddance

Here's the last fuck I can give

I'm too sad for this 

We're Losing

You didn't love me the way you promised me you would

You done me one too many times and now I'm done for good

I've taken all the high roads but now I'm running out of gas

I put my head down on the chopping block and handed you the axe

If love is just a game

We're both on the same team

And we're losing

I could tell you stories about spots on a leopard's skin

Or wolves that dressed up just like sheep so the shepherd let 'em in

I could sing for hours all the songs you used to love

I know you know every word but you won't sing along

If love is just a game

We're both on the same team

And we're losing

I could give you loving that'd burn right through your skin

Tear you into pieces and then make you whole again

But I ain't got the money and you ain't got the time

A good soldier saves the wounded but he leaves the dead behind

If love is war

What are we even fighting for

But if love is just a game

We're both on the same team

Either way

And we're losing

Angels With Broken Wings

I hope you're doing alright

I hope that life ain't got you down

But if it has, you know it's alright

These things'll always turn around

Sometimes you're holding things together

Sometimes they fall apart

Sometimes you're broke, sometimes you're beat-up

Sometimes you get a broken heart

You gotta make mistakes first

Before you ever get it right

We're all just angels with broken wings

Trying to get by

We're all just angels with broken wings

Trying to learn to fly

I have sat there in the darkness

By the light of a cigarette

With an all-consuming sadness

And a gun to my head

I have reached out for the switchblade

Cut another person's noose

I've bled out on the bathroom floor

From a self-inflicted wound

Sometimes you laugh until your face hurts

And your belly gets so sore

You fall down, roll around

And you can't help but laugh some more

You gotta make mistakes first

If you're gonna be forgiven

We're all just angels with broken wings

That's the human condition

We're all just angels with broken wings

And there ain't no way to fix 'em

It's always harder at night

Under the sadness of the moon

I would stay up all night

In the darkness of your room

If you wanted me too

Sometimes you don't have any money
Other times you're flush
Money comes and goes
Along with good luck and love

But hope it springs eternal

That's just the way it goes

And you'll always have me

Just so you know

You gotta make mistakes first

By now you'd think we'd know that well

We're all just angels with broken wings

Trying to make a heaven from a hell

We're all just angels with broken wings

I'll see you all in hell

Ballad From A Pine-Forest Mountain

I'm running I'm running
Them Lynch Boys are coming for me
Wind blows, I know,
I lick my finger know they're gunning for me

Head down head down
Don't want to get it blown
They're packing pistols, hunting rifles
One guy's got a sawn-off

There's a tracker in among them
They hired just to find me
See I got a reputation for
Moving quick and moving lightly

One-hundred-thousand, hundred-thousand
That's the price upon my head
And that's still okay when it's split five ways
Even with the tracker's share

So they're coming, they're coming
With white spit and cursing me
Blistered by the sun and
Calloused by the wind blustering

Hunkering, hunkering
Down in their saddles
Wearied with fear and
Tired from travel

It's a hard road, a hard road
Up this pine-forest mountain
They're wondering if it's worth it
All this hurting for some bounty

But they're still chasing me, chasing
And dawn's barely breaking
I'm moving fast through this mountain pass
Where their horses won't make it

So they're heading out on foot now
And that tracker
Is getting the feeling
Something bad's gonna happen

I'm a pine needle
In a forest stacked with pines
I ain't afraid of no man
And I ain't afraid of dying

It's a good man, a good man
That fears his own death
Living in a bad man's sin
Through his obedience

And that's a debt to pay come judgement day
And that's why they're scared
I know heaven is a mountain pass
And I'm already there

So I'm skulking and stalking them
I hear them talking
'round their campfire each man's a liar
But they're all falling for it

Their stories are enormous
Each bigger than the one before
Unsavoury false-bravery
And they make my skin crawl

You'd think God, himself, was scared of them
By the way that they talked
The roughest and the toughest
But they don't know what they're in for

So one by one by one
They say good night and lay their heads down
The last one throws the kettle
On the fire to put the flames out

And then I sneak among them
Close enough to smell their breath
And I slit every one of their throats
Right there where they slept