Spiritual Beggars - Mantra


I've been down so long
Nothing ever changes
No matter how much I try

Got neighbors in my head
They're constantly arguing
About each step I take

My hands move
Like rattlesnakes
And my fingers fumble
Like they've just been invented
And I bleed through
The faking truth
I don't understand
All you fools

I keep drinking wine
Alone in the dark
You know the last drink
Is always the saddest

I have enough pills
To take me home
'Cause this neighbor's song
Is doing it too slow

My hands move
Like rattlesnakes
And my fingers fumble
Like they've just been invented
And I bleed through
The faking truth
I don't understand
All you fools

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