after Bob Dylan's "Pay In Blood"
Yeah, well my life's some span of turmoil 'n toil,
I'm but a bagful of blood brought to a boil,
Soaked through 'n through beneath the sinkin' sun,
As I climb them pitched stones numberin' a ton,
I done plenty 'n I done plenty wrong,
'N I ain't talkin' 'bout singin' some song,
Gone all out to bloody great pains,
Ain't yet still remains 'n stubborn stains.
Moon almost hurts same as the sun,
My hope in Time never be won,
The more I find, the more I use,
The more I live, the more I lose,
So little's left dear to me so far as I can see,
That black dog's barkin' is houndin' me,
It howls, howls after my severed veins,
Ain't mine, still remains, stubborn stains.
Face cards all what I've drawn,
Nowhere near enough to see me through until dawn,
Strident believer in come what may,
No matter which faithful, don't matter what they say,
I've been on the business of the wakin' men,
The same as you my ol' friend,
My heart so fast as two hurricanes,
Not like still remains, stubborn stains.
Another representative spoutin' promise,
Another poor child gone limpin' off with his Sis,
What ya seein' when lookin' in my eyes?
Nothin's said f'r certain except maybe sighs,
You're right 'bout one thing, my weakness f'r wine,
I down the cup 'n forget my line,
I sleep wherever I've lain,
Not mine still remains, stubborn stains.
Where ya get off to stays a mystery,
The keeper of yer own history,
I know how ragged a man I've become,
But what I want is yet strange 'n fearsome,
I ain't ever claimed myself as some saint,
All my desires, they bleed slow like wet paint,
Just so much blood hosed down the drains,
Not more still remains, stubborn stains.
What I know's love's abandonment,
hits my head like broken pavement,
A nation once so brightly built,
Is now the time to enter a plea of guilt?
Days are so easily spent,
My only shirt's been all a-rent,
Legs, arms, torso, bones, blood, 'n brains,
Ain't yet still remains, stubborn stains.