hurt, motherfucker

Mechanical as a windmill Turning alone in a field I can hear the beckoning whir Low as a sound in the ground Peppered in valleys at mountainsides Small towns lest be forgotten But for their produce Sleeping bellies are full of oil And nights aflame with propane Rest on your laurels Grant yourself forgiveness Tonight's aflame with propane How many passes on mountainsides Twisting and wretched into the dark But when I'm lonesome I'll take that drive alone Tonight's aflame with propane I'll wait for the shine And won't pass by your time I've been waiting growing ever more impatient How many lives ruined have you got on your belt Give me strength to pull away from this inferno Good god here I go again It's not helping if you're just lifting yourself now Give me reason not to give the f*ck up on this Good god here we go again