Suck the Blood from My Wound

I woke up bleeding in the crock of a tree
 TV blaring on the wall above the coffee machine
 Car wash waiting room outside Pasadena
 I'm sitting waiting for my deus ex machina
 And I'm forever changed by this chemical burn
 Skin on my fingers peeling, making way for my new form
 I grip the steering wheel and picture my angel
 Climbing out the hospital window
 Leaving tubes in a tangle
 Blood on my angel's lips blends in with his make up
 He's off the premises before his brain's had time to wake up
 Peeling off bandages to unfold his wings
 The doctors said they'd have to stay on for another three weeks
 Fuck it baby, let 'em bruise, let 'em break
 But bleed, let 'em bleed
 I'm doing ninety, got to get there and hold him
 If we can make it across the state line then baby, we're golden
 Let the law pronounce its petty assertions
 They've been outsmarted by a couple of urchins
 And they hurt you bad, man
 They hurt me too
 But I'm not about to sit here and watch as they
 Suck the blood from my wound
 Suck the blood from my wound
 Suck the blood from my wound
 Suck the blood from my wound
 Ohh man
 Wrap half the money in your hospital garment
 We'll stash the rest inside the red Camaro's secret compartment
 Even the deepest wounds will heal over time
 I'll run my fingers over your scars and yours over mine
 They'll never find us if we turn off our phones
 We're off the grid, we're off our meds
 We're finally out on our own
 Now I see colour coming back in your cheeks
 Angel, don't fight it
 To them you know we'll always be freaks
 To them you know we'll always be freaks
 We'll always
 Park for the night north west of Baton Rouge
 Across the parking lot you're stretching the one wing you can move
 I let you walk as long as fear will allow
 I never loved you more than I love you now
 And then we're back on the road before the sun's even up
 We're making time, we're making progress
 But progress towards what?
 Your fallen feathers fill up two shopping bags
 The future's breathing down the neck of the past
 And the sun throws a shit-eating shine on the moon
 And I'm not about to wait for them to come
 Suck the blood from my wound
 Suck the blood from my wound
 Suck the blood from my wound
 Suck the blood from my wound
 A plague on both your houses
 A plague on both your houses