Black Snow

Wrong house

No joke

Your sad eyes won't find a home here

God has left your dry lands

A long time ago

Now it's time Karma settles the score

So when that fire burns holes

in your pockets, your nose,

your mask and your teeth

It is you you should be thanking

Not me

 

Thank your endless supply

Your cheap snorted lines

You damn parasite

Those anonymous hook ups 

Stale sloppy nines

What about your lame fake profiles 

And all your unpaid fines

Don’t they polish up the surface real nice?

For a while

 

Until the snow in the South turns black and goes dry

 

And as I fly over seas, trees and mountains

I raise my glass to you, oh baby it's true

I wanna thank you, you dipshit

I really do

For never saying sorry

For blowin' my money

For spreading disease

Thank you for believing to be an artist

Your melatonine tunes 

Still make me laugh as I please

 

But most of all I thank this woman right here for finally breaking free

 

Now I howl at the moon

With dignity and grace

For where cowards never fly

My freedom awaits