The Knife Raging Lung

Hear my troubles of mine

Can you take me for one last ride

I want to bend my soul again

That’s what we do when we get older

Where’s your troubled mind

You’ve got your money and you got them ’cause others just can’t

There’s the lottery

About geography

Don’t know the hand you’re holding

Paying someone to put them to bed again

And that’s when it hurts

The difference

This is hot blood

And a difference

What a difference

A little difference would make

Hear my love sigh

I’ve got a story that money just can’t buy

Western standards

Poverty’s profitable

See it slip and slide

not just one answer ‘cause it’s working like parallel lines

It’s not that easy

When you want it easy

And that’s when it hurts

When you see the difference

It’s a raging lung

And a difference

What a difference

A little difference would make

Don’t leave me now

Don’t fall asleep

We need to rest sometimes

but don’t take long

It’s something in system

that still circulates

We’ll dig a hole in the backyard

and drain the blood