Murder By d**h - Spring Break 1899 lyrics

The sun is comin' up over the hill... Or maybe it's not I can't even tell But there's a warmth on my face That isn't the blood And my tears are turnin' The snow into mud And I can't feel my left leg But I think it's still there Did I k** anybody? Hell, I never fight fair What state am I in? Am I still on the run? Has it really been so long Since I've seen the sun? My instincts are telling me To pick up and go But I can't feel my fingers And I can't move my toes There's a drained bourbon bottle Layin' next to my head And the piss and the vomit Are the sheets on my bed Is it you? Could it be you? Don't want it to I went out all night drinking So I took the bait And I jumped off the interstate To Highway 8 To the bars full of girls Who all know me by name They all drink the same drinks And they all f** the same Now my eyes are turnin' red In this hotel bar And she's breathing out smoke As she motions towards the door The kindness of a stranger Or a trick of the trade? God knows I'm not the first mistake That she's made Is it you? Could it be you? Don't want it to Is it you? Could it be you? Don't want it to I been down and out I been spit on for so long I stored my shame in my belly 'till I needed to be strong In my last guilty whim I stole a map and a truck It's pure chance That i haven't already been picked up But from here on the slate's clean I'm headin' way south Always heard the girls were pretty there I got to find out! Look Ma your son's a travelin' man! I don't know what I did But I'll do all the good that I can.... Could it be you? Could it be you? Could it be you? Could it be you? Could it be you?