Lyrics to Fortunado
God of the dead, God of the weak
Out in the snow and the cold winds
They say Fortunado was lucky one time
And Patrick has traveled with him ever since
Scraping together rent hustling pool
They took on some Texans and won by mistake
When out of the darkness materialized
The city police who'd been lying in wait
He thought he'd be braver in a moment like this
But soon as the cops opened fire on the crowd
And he heard Patrick cry I think I've been hit
Fortunado just ran and went back underground
He moved to a cabin in some lonely place
His face in the mirror was growing unkind
It became his obsession to relive that day
Working it over and over in his mind
And without realizing it he was preparing the way
For a miracle shook in a feverish chill
He stood in delirium up in his bed
And was sent across time to relive it for real
There was the teargas that they poured in the street
There was the drumming of their shields and black armor
There was the bullet that he prayed for to meet
There was his chance to go down as a martyr
Oh the past can be different anytime you look
God could be rewriting something in his book
But what kind of mercy did Fortunado get?
Almost no one remembers having seen him alive
I combed through the city in a cold sweat
And found his name on a tombstone from 2005
I still can't explain it, all the unspoken years
Or what Fortunado became in that moment
A color of light could just bring him to tears
But guilt was a heavy door that he opened
Out in the snow and the cold winds
They say Fortunado was lucky one time
And Patrick has traveled with him ever since
Scraping together rent hustling pool
They took on some Texans and won by mistake
When out of the darkness materialized
The city police who'd been lying in wait
He thought he'd be braver in a moment like this
But soon as the cops opened fire on the crowd
And he heard Patrick cry I think I've been hit
Fortunado just ran and went back underground
He moved to a cabin in some lonely place
His face in the mirror was growing unkind
It became his obsession to relive that day
Working it over and over in his mind
And without realizing it he was preparing the way
For a miracle shook in a feverish chill
He stood in delirium up in his bed
And was sent across time to relive it for real
There was the teargas that they poured in the street
There was the drumming of their shields and black armor
There was the bullet that he prayed for to meet
There was his chance to go down as a martyr
Oh the past can be different anytime you look
God could be rewriting something in his book
But what kind of mercy did Fortunado get?
Almost no one remembers having seen him alive
I combed through the city in a cold sweat
And found his name on a tombstone from 2005
I still can't explain it, all the unspoken years
Or what Fortunado became in that moment
A color of light could just bring him to tears
But guilt was a heavy door that he opened
