Lyrics

This bottle here is empty, and it looks a bit like you.
You may just have enough; one for the road.
And your fail-safe god won?t save you from this woman, or The Man.
So, get up off your knees boy time to go.

But don?t expect I?ll be here to the end; or through next week.
It?s not longevity I seek.
So go ahead and stay there, boiling in your angry chair,
a fitting place for you to be.

While the angels? fighting with the daemons;
fighting with their masters; fighting for your soul.
You best be careful what it is you wish for;
Rainbows rarely ever end in gold.

How many stitches, do you think?
To sew this broken heart back on my sleeve.

This bottle here can save you from that woman and The Man.
So get up off your knees boy, here you go.
And it won?t take long to get there, just an hour or maybe three.
N? you may just have enough, One for the road.

But don?t expect I?ll be here to the end or through next week,
It?s not longevity I seek.
So go ahead and stay there boiling in your angry chair?
A fitting place for you to be.

While the Angels fighting with the daemons,
fighting for their mastersFighting for your soul?
You best be careful what it is you wish for
Rainbows rarely ever end in gold?

How many stitches, do you think?
To sew this broken, bleeding heart back on my
Sleeve?