Dirty Mattresses

I've crossed a hundred rivers today

And did not feel a thing

So soft and weak, and foolishly I'd think

That I have wisdom worth another's time

I stand wide open, filled with disdain

As though I'm owed, but long ago, for someone else's sin

But equally disgusting is the warrior, self-aware

Gazing through the muddy water as though it were clear

No world-worn weary roads, no wounds of war

We lay on dirty mattresses on the floor

All we want is more

Like blood, we flow through clogging up the veins

Of filthy highways bleeding into cities with no names

Is it any wonder we cannot meet the eyes

Of those who've built a home we helped to ruin and deny

No world-worn weary roads, no wounds of war

We lay on dirty mattresses on the floor

All we want is more

When I come across those with both feet on the ground

Two strong hands, who tell of some bright future to be found

I start drinking myself stupid, diggin way too deep

End up begging to be held just so I can fall asleep

No world-worn weary roads, no wounds of war

We lay on dirty mattresses on the floor

All we want is more

No cloaks, no masks, no necklaces of bones

You'll find no magic here

It's best to be on your way home

So get on home