I put my head to the grindstone
I shaped the face that was alone
I practiced arson to burn so bright
But the fire went cold and there goes my light
I was a pick me someone
Was is always you change no one
Was is always and I'll stay lonesome
Someone fuck me silly
Someone get me right
But thats just a favor
Overdue for one right?
Bet the janitor down the hall
Wont like to clean up for the night
Bet the ministry down the street
Wont hear my plight
Wicked stones across the wicked road
Take one in the pocket and see how far it throws
Wicked last name, wicked Rose
Curse these hills and curse these lows
Wicked expressions, wicked shows
Tainted meals and the smiles in a row
Take one in the pocket and see how far you go
Tainted is the flesh that bears what I know
The Jesus that wept is just a no show
Singers that cry arent here for my soul
Not even the Devil wants to know what I know
Through the twisted turns of this long winding road
I see the hills get higher and heavy is the load
I was a pick me someone
But there was no one
I was a little boy once, I dont know if Ive grown some
Was is is always and I'll always be lonesome
