In other times you'd lose those graces In a blaze of accusations, on slates of stone In other worlds your kings and queens Will not stand up to scrutiny While things are spoken, while gods are dead I'll state my case and cover down These words are mine to k** your hate And melt your swords in fire There's nothing left for us in the city I'll take my chances on the road There's nothing precious in the city Won't buy the lies that I've been told Come visit me with new desires Come visit me with hand grenades Come talk to me of foreign lands Of burning skies and hidden chords Come f** with me and leave me open To new ideas and metaphors Come down with me to where I lay To drink the blood from whisky jars It's not that I don't know what I am doing here It's not that I don't know where I am going here It's not that I don't know what I'm saying here (This is a war) Just by now I should have some better idea, better way There's nothing that can't be forgiven There's nothing left for us in the city I'll take my chances on the road