Nailed To The Crazy Cross

© Mark Betcher

Pressure in my brain sweat in my eye
Another surprise falls down from the sky
Jump to the side. This old man is spry
But I broke my hip. This old man can’t jump that high

Going on the middle ages the last gasp for fun
Old hands on the trigger, man don’t you drop that gun

A pill and the willing, Mama you can’t be that bored
Fight for a moment with your broken down sword
It took all I had to find this here right chord
Having found it Bother don’t give me no reward

I don’t expect nothing. Look like that's what I’m gonna get
I don’t expect nothing. That’s exactly what I’m gonna get

One more person bitching and I think I’ll scream
All this noise is fucking up, fucking up my sweet dreams
Babbling Babbling Babbling out my red mouth seams
Everyone and their Mother wants you to join their damn team

Going on the middle ages the last gasp for fun
Old hands on the trigger, man don’t you drop that gun

Run all you life and drink from the well
Money can’t buy you a second, second chance in hell
You’ll root in place Brother, if you sit for too long a spell
Minds walking the street shakin’ like pink jello

People exhaust. Llife been lost. Another day nailed to the crazy cross
They are everywhere... Fighin’ and swearin’ Stop starin’
I’ll give it up. GIve it up. I’m swearin’