Goddamn These Hands of Mine - The Taxpayers

Linndale '85.

Broken bottles on the floor

Some sad, dark man at the unopened door

Cold air comes through the cracks in the windows;

15 below in the house when

the wind blows

Haven’t made rent in a month, maybe two.

Got scum in the drains and dead birds

in the flue

Some scumbag swings by four times a week selling bathtub crank that he scored

on the street

Gonna get clean, gonna get these devils all out, gonna leave this hell,

gonna get back down south

So goddamn this city

Goddamn these people

Goddamn this weather

And goddamn these broken down hands of mine