Poison Years - Bob Mould

Poison thoughts in my mind

Got to free myself from this bind

I know I’m a reasoning guy

In an act like Jesus Christ

Stare into the sun

You don’t see eye to eye with anyone

I throw it all away (Don't talk to me no more)

The more I think, the less I’ve got to say (I don’t remember you no more)

About these poison years: it’s just a memory

And every time you knock me down

It’s all that I can do to get up off the ground

Pull myself apart again

At the end of this rope

Rope at the end of the line

I see you swing by your neck on a vine

Treason is the reason for my poison years

Leaves are changing seasons of my poison years

Poison years in my mind

Got to free myself from this bind

I know I’m a reasoning guy

Every time you knock me down

It’s all that I can do to get up

To get up off the ground