Chris Connelly - Dirtbox Tennessee Lyrics
stranded at the crossroads pouring solid in his woundscorroding waste and alcohol erection afternoonbefore the eyes of whiskey caught out right by his gunI never tried to hurt you cause I love it everyoneno I pull my way with snakestake part in the heatdead birds are beached and human trash and ulcerated beatsI cross in the way of a blind man but he don't remember mehow I tore apart a happy home down in Dirtbox TennesseeDirtbox!Dirtbox!I can hear the birds and a baby squawkin' cryin' to their momsthey're asking where their daddy's gone and why he's been so longbut they don't know he's lying down with his hands between his thighsto resurrect the infinite worm before he diesyou can lose your cool all you wantyou can raise the deadyou can lie back and soak up sun while the insects give you headDirtbox!Dirtbox!another blind guy and his halfwit son are gonna roll me for my drinksuckered me up through gap-toothed-grins while spitting out a jinxthe high priest of halitosis and his zit-red ugly kidwhose name is Elvis Sayborne afterbirth and I'll kill him for what hedidhe pulled down my blood-stained pants and he forced apart my legshis daddy said 'shoot your best shot kid' and he shot until I bledDirtbox!Dirtbox!another blood mixed with glassmixed with come, mixed with all the afternoon sunpraise the lord and pass the guna crucifix and a rented roomthat sticky night with a burning moonshe swore to god I wouldn't see her deadon the night of the day that we were wedso for love precious loelight on dear while I disappearthis crock of shit and a belly full of rancid beerI do it for you -only you, only you.......Dirtbox!Dirtbox!
