The night is gone
The dream is dead
Half alive, half awake
The stones fly through my head
All I can see is red
Bloody red dripping out of my veins
Bloody Mary stripped at the bar,
while I fantasized about that guitar.
The mirror shatters from the pain
And as the image breaks and the voices faint
The empty bottle slits my throat
And frees the rum in my soul
And here comes Mary Jane now
With here pretty night gown
Blowing circles in the air
As the Waltz plays with her hair.
And we play and we dance
Until the troops fold back to the last stance
And the war is lost when it hurts the most
