OLD MANS STAIN

Desperados waiting for a train-

Where bars have run out of lies
deaths an angel
always taking your blame

Desperado come catch the train

steel in steaming motion
killing echos on the stars
Death you old prophet
used in every needle gain

Desperado

laid on marble clapping palms
wilted flowers mark an empty stage
Death you lucky survivor
why are you the only one that cries

Desperado

stop shaking as you shave
bloody scabs crease your slap

Desperado
Desperado
forgotten in tomorrows
song