No Name Blues

Down on my knees in the graveyard Humming on the "no-name blues" Cry to the sky up above me Forget about the blood on my shoes This person think they've got the answer Why that person's heart turned blue Everybody walkin' past me everybody shoutin' at me Nothin' in the pathway they choose But I feel like Stalin on All Saint's Day With the world like a T.V. at my feet Beg for some sun from a sky turned grey While I'm crying in the honeymoon suite You undermine my sense of independence When you make me beg for a light But the dancer is lame, and the drugs hide my pain When I can no longer stand upright I've got a pipe-bomb dream in my pocket I've got some water from a well run dry Got a picture of the past in a locket That always brings a tear to my eye And I feel like Stalin on All Saint's Day With the world like a T.V. at my feet Beg for some sun from a sky turned grey I got that girl cryin' in the honeymoon suite And when the moon runs high, my tears won't dry A passion play in which I play a part I was born in a flood I'm made of Mississippi mud Nothing left but this pain in my heart When the moon runs high, my tears won't dry A passion play in which I play a part I was born in a flood I'm made of Mississippi mud Got nothing left but this pain in my heart... Pain in my heart...