The Sling
It was all on me
Heaven descend
Voice of a friend
I could die happy
If I started again
Started again
It was all on me
Time would bend
Like a drunken tree
What makes me lose my head
Love and memory
Why toss and turn in bed
Love and memory
On a lonely street
Children still play
Families still eat
Father tells Eugene
He'll only meet God
If the kitchen is clean
This is not on me
Time would bend
Like a drunken tree
What makes me lose my head
Love and memory
Why toss and turn in bed
Love and memory
Smile so gapped
Like a stray dog's teeth
Blue Cadillac in the leather seat I sat
I had the sling pulled back
Heaven is a junkyard
And I'm at home
Heaven is a junkyard
And I'm at home
Heaven is a junkyard
And it's my home
