Old Gray
Blunt Trauma
There was traffic in Austin
When you gave yourself up
To the crushing release of a car
Long live the devil and all hail the saints
Chewing up stars with their names
Angel, i feel your pain
I understand why you’d want to take it all away
I still think about the body
By the gas station where you lied
A bloodstained body of what once was
Just another meal for the flies
From Letras Mania