Hopeless Vows - Swingin Utters

My bastard brother’s hopeless vow

Of leaving to another town

Has once again soaked deep into

The cold and rotting ground

He never shared his lovesick bed

Or listened to a word they said

He hoards the beer and wine and bread

Christ, I wish he was fucking dead

Bury yourself in blame

Drown yourself in flame

Burn the bottle that beckons you

To betroth yourself to shame

Give yourself a break

Break the ones you hate

Hate those that have fed off of you

And your pathetic plate

I’ve left it up to the gods above

Don’t believe in, ain’t seen or heard from

And nearly sick to death of this

Not ignorance nor in bliss

With a family of parasites

And feckless friends with shameless eyes

The endless miles caught up with me

The face of my own kind

Bury yourself in blame

Drown yourself in flame

Burn the bottle that beckons you

To betroth yourself to shame

Jump that fucking train

Wed the goddamn stain

Live your life in a fucking cell

Be the martyr with no brain

Step inside this room

Mind the open wounds

Cross yourself and carry on

That claptrap may do you good