Apocalypse Blues

Whose blood

Do they plan to feed me now?

I think I've had enough

Of all my killing

I should be leaving town

But you can't outrun the dead

And they're running down my hands

So there's no forgetting them

And you know, you look so good tonight

I think you might be my final friend

Thought I'd pull my fangs

But I think I'll indulge them

'Cause I can't fulfill my appetite

See your blue eyes in the darkest night

Gold hair like a holy fire

I can't get no relief

But you know that I'm full of shit

I'll stop saying I can't get over it

No white boy blues are permanent

I just don't know what to do

And you know I've been drinking too

And it might be the apocalypse

'Cause I thought I saw him coming for us

But it was just you with your arms like a crucifix

Wwe were walking down that dead-end street

Balancing on concrete

When these words dug holes in your feet and hands

'Til it was the end