"Hopeless Vows" lyrics
(originally by Filthy Thieving Bastards)
My bastard brother's hopeless vow
Of leaving to another town
Has once again soaked deep into
The cold and rotting ground
He never shared his lovesick bed
Or listened to a word they said
He hoards the beer and wine and bread
Christ, I wish he was fucking dead
Bury yourself in blame
Drown yourself in flame
Burn the bottle that beckons you
To betroth yourself to shame
Give yourself a break
Break the ones you hate
Hate those that have fed off of you
And your pathetic plate
I've left it up to the gods above
Don't believe in, ain't seen or heard from
And nearly sick to death of this
Not ignorance nor in bliss
With a family of parasites
And feckless friends with shameless eyes
The endless miles caught up with me
The face of my own kind
Bury yourself in blame
Drown yourself in flame
Burn the bottle that beckons you
To betroth yourself to shame
Jump that fucking train
Wed the goddamn stain
Live your life in a fucking cell
Be the martyr with no brain
Step inside this room
Mind the open wounds
Cross yourself and carry on
That claptrap may do you good
Of leaving to another town
Has once again soaked deep into
The cold and rotting ground
He never shared his lovesick bed
Or listened to a word they said
He hoards the beer and wine and bread
Christ, I wish he was fucking dead
Bury yourself in blame
Drown yourself in flame
Burn the bottle that beckons you
To betroth yourself to shame
Give yourself a break
Break the ones you hate
Hate those that have fed off of you
And your pathetic plate
I've left it up to the gods above
Don't believe in, ain't seen or heard from
And nearly sick to death of this
Not ignorance nor in bliss
With a family of parasites
And feckless friends with shameless eyes
The endless miles caught up with me
The face of my own kind
Bury yourself in blame
Drown yourself in flame
Burn the bottle that beckons you
To betroth yourself to shame
Jump that fucking train
Wed the goddamn stain
Live your life in a fucking cell
Be the martyr with no brain
Step inside this room
Mind the open wounds
Cross yourself and carry on
That claptrap may do you good
