Failure's found me so I speculate that there is just no use,
Why can't you get a fucking clue?
I'll put your whole world in a fucking noose.
I've grown so tired and bleak,
I drag my feet, every time I attempt to speak,
People believe the lies they're sold,
I grow old, what I touch will never turn to gold,
I'd teach the world, but I have no plans,
Now I pray for rest with my folded hands,
I'd teach the world, but I have no plans,
Now I pray for rest with my folded hands.
Dust of time, send me off to sleep,
Rest my bones, forever more.
credits
from Hard Luck,
released March 28, 2015
Additional guitar courtesy of Stephen Banks
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