I been nailed into a coffin, I been put into the ground
I been shipped across the river and I didn’t make no sound
Push me to the sidelines, stack me on the shelf
You see nothings quite as bad, as the things I did to myself.
I’m a crooked gambler, got the cards marked right from the start
I am the knife you use to tear yourself apart
I cannot rest from travel, I wanna drink life while I can
Much have I seen and known since the dawn of men
Be qui vive my brother, hold on to your sword.
Negligence is a luxury that we cannot afford.
All the kings and their silver, all the queens sitting on their throne
And a merciless god and every man on his own.
Some say that love is an island, some say love is unconscious of class
But I say love is lipstick on a broken piece of glass.
I’m incapable of feeling what you want me to feel.
I’m incapable of knowing what is and isn’t real
Sweet Mary in the garden, the garden of eternity
So tell me, is this love, or just curiosity
You can talk all you wanna, of affection and of lust
You may even talk of friendship, but I’m not the one to trust
See the devil’s in the detail and my heart’s a frozen lake
Me and you, baby, we make all kinds of mistakes
At the racetrack of redemption I am bound to come in last
Where it’s God against us all and every man against his past..
The future is a deadweight, pressing hard down on my chest
You’re bound to live in failure even if you do your best.
You can complain all you wanna, that the world isn’t fair
But I been born too proud to even show that I care.
Things happen for a reason, where there’s honour there is toil
You got to get your hands dirty to bury bodies in the soil.
You see I’m a broken beast, I bleed to death but I don’t cry
I pity everyone of you who just lives to die.
Every new day is a mystery that is yet to unfold
I pity everyone of you who just lives to grow old
In a rush of emotion, I drink to our health
In God’s forsaken playground it’s every man for himself.
Music & Lyrics by John Allen.