Eyes Become X's Lyrics

all the nay-sayers say
little known town
all the angels fall
when the devils crown
the junkies drown
in a little known town
the blood-bearer's tear
brings the word's 'it's not fair'
clean to dust all these bones

no son of mine
should see the end of his time
before i see mine
it's like our own private Vietnam
without the bullets and the bombs
it's bottles and needles digging trenches into arms
to watch eyes becoming x's
you would think it gets infectious
our tombstone eyes own ingestion
becomes the earth's digestion
suggestions please on how to bring parent's from their knees
suggestion please

it makes me sick and sad to think of
your guitar hands beneath the sand
in the sad southern soil
it makes my blood begin to boil
to think of all the pain and toil that
we all go through

we all go through all our lives with
just to meet death
i wish someone, myself included,
would have been more into it
the faded state of your existence
and perhaps it's happenstance
we did this morning dance
several months ago
instead of heroin, it was methadone
that took paul from his sacred bones
all this medicine feels like a sin
with no one label to put the poison in

father sprang from his easy chair
quite unprepared to find his son,
to find his son, find his son, find his son
in a state that made him drop to his knees
and plead, please, please, please, please, please
no son of mine should see the end of his time
before i see mine