Time-My Dying Bride

I got a raindrop on the tip of my tongue If I get all I want I will have to give you some I'm the beggar, the thorn in the brow I am the cross you force and twist into the ground Butter so stiff that it wounds my bread Got a dew drop omelette an trash can lid Ain＇t got no loafers to warm my feet Funny paper stimulates comic strip heat Crack vials breaking like a shotgun blast How long can the sounds of a cat fight last Howling at the moon for friends who have passed On Sunday we＇ll fly black flags from the mast I＇ve been hurting deep in my soul Does anybody have the time Holy Ghost Diesel is the smeel of a Mississipi grill Played trombone once for a delta dollar bill Pull the snow around me snug me like a blanket of wool If a lie here to freeze to death I＇d be another fox hole fool I got nothing new it＇s used, borrowed and spent Good Friday, Ash Wednesday, and a pocket full of lent Living in a box of cardboard and gray Made a window, made a sign, woudn＇t mind working a little bit I can＇t sleep, I can＇t think Life has poured me a glass that I can＇t drink The rim is jagged like a razor＇s blade And has left a scar that will never fade My thoughts are daggers on every nerve Life is a slow song with dirt words When I get to heaven will I wear a mask That is a question I must ask