Lowest Of The Low

City Full Of Cowards

Lowest Of The Low


I used to have a friend 
Who skipped a maximum-security prison 
And he used to call her Jasmine 
He doesn't call anymore 

He spends six out of seven days drunk and passed out on the floor 
And Jasmine got burned by her friends 
Who said that she should go running after him 
But she'll never make that mistake again 
Or so she says tonight 
But she kisses his picture and turns out the light 

A city full of cowards is this 
We'd give 'em just enough rope to commit 
But there's been too much wine under the bridge 
And my eyes have become immune 
To everything I take from you 

You wander around on a crutch 
Why don't you just lay it down and shut up 
With thoughts as pure as the driven slush 
And a cool insanity 
From everything you take from me 

Get the pigs into the pen 
It's a pad-lock slapping sound 
Put a shotgun to its head 
And hit the ground 
Separate the meat from bone 
Take some care 
'Cause blood is everywhere 

Waiting, salivating 
Speaking, sink the teeth in 
Sleeping, I'm too deep in 
Digging, your way out of here 

One more beer and I'll go home 
I'm hung-over with philosophies of every woman that I've known 
And "sex isn't sex", and "love isn't stone" 
And I wish that I could relax 
But another day has fallen through the cracks