Crooked heals on battered boots   Shoot down ragged miles   I'm coming home   I'm like a girl      In all her rags   And all her pearls   I hear her talk   Through vicious teeth      Sing god is gone   Stop hanging on my sleeve   And I can't speak   And all of that will never please      A hollow moon hung like a heart   Stars like dirty sparks   On dirty seas and never seen   And all of that and all of these      I hear her dust   Fall at her feet   And Christ and all His crows can't keep it neat   So what of me and all that I don't wanna be      A bitter taste, a bitter pill   Says nothing's ever true   And ever will become of me   Or make a sense of what I see      On broken nerves in ragged clothes   Eyes that never close   Stare back at me   And never see and holler names and follow me      What's written now you can't erase   And pages from my past   Get in my way for one of why   I make a stand or take a side