this place is dirty

be my veins, baby, be my veins.
envelopped in white lines, a wayward blow
clipping my mouth; i won't be sane,
not for you, baby, no, no, no.

when the boy says his brothers were the wayward ones
but he was still grinning when the young wives passed;
when the moon casts a shadow that obscures the sun,
when things fall into place so fast, so fast, so fast;

i left home drugged and dizzy and came back alive,
a champion of rats, a wayward king without a crown;
i told you, baby, i told you we'd survive,
but this hole in the earth just goes down, down down.

i lost my way when i let my veins breathe the dirty air.
but baby, why are you so quiet sitting there?