Gasoline Drinks - Damien Jurado

This gasoline makes on fine drink

All I need is trouble

Flicker in the sunlight’s dawn

They’ll find my dead body cold

I used to wither just like winter

And now all I am is useless

So now is the time

To say all I wished I could have said

But I can’t get my tongue out

And I can’t get my sword to work

I’ll just talk loads of bullshit anyhow

Your mother in torn garments

Like Jesus Christ denied

And blood in all her pockets

And you inside her eyes

Shut it down

Kill the lights

Shut it down

Let’s shut it down

Let’s kill the lights

Let’s shut it down

Let’s kill the lights