Blues For Bama

Scratching out from hell

Dig until you're tired, tired, tired

Dream a while, dream for miles and miles

Wreckless as the wind obeys

Playful as the pain

Come as you were

Unwoven and unbroken

Desperate indeed

Dead in the deepest end

Iron will weld but strike while it's burning

Come lend your grievances

Blackout the colors that sting

I believe it's not for me

Empty coffin I sink, low

The lions could tame us

Or parade our flesh to the backdoors of yesterday's dream

I need a new eye to build my sky