There are flames inside of me
That no drink can quench
No lesson learned at God’s oaken desk
Will slow this fate; no, not one inch.
I’ll walk right out of this safe home
In chase of a spark or a tale of me.
Spill my guts on the courthouse steps
Disemboweled for all to see.
There is darkness down deep in me
Where creep and buzzard play.
Outside the walls of such a soul
Women cry for the break of day.
So Mothers run and hide your brood
For Midnight comes this time.
He’ll steal the love right from your heart
Just as he once stole mine.