One Last Vow

Oh this sacrament,
 our lovers vows,
 You wear them like a holy shroud;
 and I can't get a word in;
 and I sit here, leering at you.
 I'm seeing things, through a young mothers eyes;
 as a poison sunrise,
 is hanging in the sky,
 and I recognize this road, as the town where you was born.
 My hands are raw;
 from digging my own grave.
 My hands are raw;
 from digging my own grave.
 Now its morning in the cow town,
 Old man winter lets his hair down;
 and they're burning all in the dark
 feels better when there's blood
 and the corner of the blue sky
 the slumlord hauls his guts out
 said "I did it all for love";
 we did it all for love!
 My hands are raw;
 from digging my own grave,
 My hands are raw;
 from digging my own grave.
 All your sacrament,
 my lovers vows,
 I fucked 'em up,
 forget me now.
 They're squirmin' and I'm hearing,
 Watch the good life disappearing,
 I'm left dreaming in the treetops;
 with photo albums and the hollyhocks.
 Your hypnotizing breathing,
 I'll surrender peacefully.
 My hands are raw;
 from digging my own grave,
 My hands are raw;
 from digging my own grave...