As

a

child

I

was

gi-

ven

the

gift

to

en-

ter-

tain

you.

But

through

blood

I

in-

he-

ri-

ted

a

life

that

could

des-

troy

you.

I

drink

all

day.

I

smoke

all

day.

I've

took

your

daugh-

ter's

breath

a-

way,

I've

done

it

all

but

tap

the

vein.

These

hard

lines

and

sun-

ken

cheeks

are

text

book

rea-

sons.

All

these

Chris-

tians

come

a-

live

and

try

to

sell

you

My

soul

for

a

goat.

Yet

I'll

out-

live

the

old.

You

know

it's

bad,

some

may

say

sad,

a

hang-

o-

ver

is

in-

spi-

ra-

tion.

Like

a

jun-

kie

I

hurt

for

it.

A

bad

trip,

the

emp-

ti-

ness.

I

ne-

ver

sleep,

or

al-

ways

sleep

a

lack

of

ful-

fill-

ment

to

me

is

me.

The

big

pic-

ture.

These

hard

lines

and

sun-

ken

cheeks

are

part

of

What

the

Chris-

tians

mean

to

im-

mor-

ta-

lize

my

si-

tu-

a-

tion.

My

soul

for

a

goat.

Yet

I'll

out-

live

the

old.

Temp-

ter,

temp-

ting,

tempt

me.

Mo-

lest

me.

You

know

that

I'll

sub-

mit.

For

this

is

my

weak-

ness

and

it

saves

me

from

re-

la-

tion-

ships

with

those

Chris-

tians.

You

know

they'll

sell

you

My

soul

for

a

goat.

Yet

I'll

out-

live

the

old.