This is Desperation - Those Poor Bastards

Pull up a chair crooked sinner

I see the blood stains covering your boots

And I see the scars covering your face

Do you feel the lords hands

Slowly crushing your throat?

Do you feel the devils claws

Tearing holes in your legs?

That’s why you stumble when you walk

Yeah this is desperation

The only drug i’ve found to ease

The hurt are songs of desperation