Typical Miracle

I need a new rock bottom

I gotta find a beloved back alley

I'm bored as hell in Sodom

And Eden's just another dry county

I need a new rock bottom

I gotta find a beloved back alley

I'm bored as hell in Sodom

And Eden's just another dry county

The local haunts have been blessed

While our spirits dispossessed

Even our bed is the second best

And the end isn't near, it is now

These drugs won't even bring me down

I wanna dance but I don't hear a sound

You can't fuck when your friends are around

But my slow deaths drew a crowd

Yeah, my slow deaths drew a crowd

You can't take two sins off of one ox

But I'll have a hog, 'cause she won't spare the rod

You don't jump faster the deeper you sink

So you best make peace and take in the scene

North, mid, straight, black, dog

Stay low, keep digging

The floodlight continued to shine

For so long that the battery died

And no spark could be seen in my eyes

So it weighed them down

The rapture came and it went

While my faith was treading cement

I'm hellbound, but I'm heaven-sent

So I'm lifted back into the ground

I'm ascended back into the ground

Oh, there was whiskey in the devil's blood

And there was blood in my cup

So I will make me a better grave

Oh, there was whiskey in the devil's blood

And there was blood in my cup

So I will make me a better grave

I will find my own way