Wall-Eyed

Cold Black Ink

03:53
Wall-Eyed
01/20/2015
Wilson Getchell

Story

A song about straightening up.  

Lyrics

Where do I stand in this massive collection of people and movements, consents and objections? 

Statements of reason, statistical fact? I sit in the back and I wait to react 

Then you call out my name, I say, "hey, how's it been? looks like you've been out by the corner again..." 

 

I miss the dirty life, I miss the drugs and the fights. 

I miss the hold-me-up-drink-in-the-dark 

I miss the comfort in delusion 

I miss that barroom in Houston, where everybody slept where they parked. 

 

And I liked the part when you held out your hand. 

You said, "don't worry, baby" - then pulled me on in 

You had blood on your palm, you had holes in your tongue 

You had cold black ink on your arm 

 

My head in a vice and you're wasting your time, you're leaving me out in the cold. 

I'm gonna get a rise out of you, throw rocks at your car from the road. 

You tell me to "Stop!", you're calling the cops. 

I run go and hide in the woods 

Fee-fi-fo-fum, you're off into the night, and then you're on 

 

I miss the dirty life, I miss the drugs and the fights. 

I miss the hold-me-up-drink-in-the-dark 

I miss the comfort in delusion 

I miss that barroom in Houston, where everybody slept where they parked. 

 

And I liked the part when you held out your hand. 

You said, "don't worry, baby" - then pulled me on in 

You had blood on your palm, you had holes in your tongue 

You had cold black ink on your arm