Grinning heel says write out in blood all of what you want
Keep in mind now it ain't up to us
Our volunteer loss leader
Approaches bruised and pleading
For a couple blind swings at our floating fragile god
I'm told the blade is the way through
But I have my doubts
The light dances through the leaves
In ways I haven't ever seen
And in ways that I know I won't ever see again
Then again
I'll place my bets
I'll retrace those steps
And alone
I'll wield that weapon with my fingers crossed
Reciting satan's prayer as a party trick to entertain them conmen
Curry favor, and gain trust
Then arm in arm we walk down the left-hand path
Lost is the way and
A pause on the swinging
To look at all you've done
Some wreckage next to some grifter now grinning all dumb
And for what?
So he can trade up
In some game made up
Of some concessions at best
That say the work's not enough
Not to feed your family
Not to rest in peace
Only shrugging cynics
Creating distance from love
Oh I dare with the devil dance
Even if it means my beak is wet only by chance
Stuffed shirts untucked, wink-and-nudge
And arm in arm we walk down the left hand path
