ANY OTHER WAY
You’re hanging linen out to dry. You can hang me, too.
They haven’t paved the streets in years, so no one passes through.
I still hear the wish I made when I was a kid.
Ducking back into the alleys, hiding from my lips.
This is for the hole inside me. This is for my stomach growling.
This is how I keep my soul clean. This is where I shake the blood off my dreams, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Don’t you ever lie to me. See what I can do?
You can stand there in the dead black with no ones eyes on you.
And hold onto that hope in Hell you just go on about.
I won’t feel a thing my dear. As if you had a doubt.
This is for the hole inside me. This is for my stomach growling.
This is how I keep my soul clean. This is where I shake the blood off my dreams, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’m missing digits, but it all goes with the job.
I’m speckled like a robin’s egg with ruby polka dots.
Sixteen years of union cards, I can’t sleep at night
for fear I’ll wake up staring into the ghosts of a million eyes.
This is for the hole inside me. This is for my stomach growling.
This is how I keep my soul clean. This is where I shake the blood off my dreams, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Jim Walker - Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Drums