T Bone Burnett - Creation or a Stain lyrics

I got a god in my head Tells me that I'm crazy Got a god in my head Telling me I'm crazy An angry little god punching on my skull Another little god Tells me that I'm lazy A useless piece of sh** with no love to give at all now And the smallest god up there Thinks that I'm the greatest Tells me no one else could be as good as me I listen to them all, I was a disc jockey to consequences Little propagandist selling misery I build a cocoon I got to get away A shirt made out of wood and glue and crack and then some paint(????) No one see ya down there and no one's getting in I got a needle, a pack, a satchel, and a quart of country gin I drink and shoot and smoke until the only voice I hear Is the one telling me those other people, don't let anybody near No don't let anybody near (x4) And now the telephone is ringing, the walls are falling down The city birds are singing, my soul's nowhere around I have made myself a monster I have damned myself again I have eaten all my children, I have tightened up my skin I'm a walking crucifixion, I'm a f**ed-up memory Consumed in all that's left, I'm my mother's misery I'm s**ing on Satan's tit She's milking me her p**y Flower I drink until I'm convinced there's no place left to go You know there's no place left to go (x4) So I drink until the pain is dry I know it never is Sometimes though, I guess I think that I'm the best Until the morning after when I wake up with the guilt Of burning down all the things my sacred hands have built And throwing out all the love you know I never felt Yeah, you know I never felt (x4) Let's make our tortured Romeo's Personal help can be unique You bring it on yourself Burn out when you might peak The Holy Ghost is exiled from your heart and from your soul If you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've lost control Your past is plagiarism Your symbols have dried up Your corruption's as confused As old lovers that you dug Like some hidden toxic fume Your soul dissipates In the ozone of guilty acts with motive All the things you hate There's bodies dancing, crazed Sexual heat Crazy in an orgy The way starving people eat Regrets weight overwhelms, and tired bodies fall Bankrupt from the beaten Let's split one more eight-ball Blue as beggars, beaten, bleeding Tired eyes made of rust And we all know when it gets like this there's no one you can trust No no there's no one you can trust(x4) Some say the solution's locked in the sweat-box I wouldn't know I've never been there, I sold my keys to get a rock We sing along to forgotten AM radio stations And drink expensive wine, toast the friends that we left hanging Like prisoners in conceit We heard through the cracks I know for sure don't trust no one who says' they've got you back The windows all explode Outside the noise pollution booms Everyone's now hidden like co*kroaches in dark rooms I've been brought back from the dead before, so anything can happen Obsessed with tragic antics, down and out like Eric Clapton These are my wild years, I'm trying to enjoy the pain The euphoria of dying Toxins wrestle in my brain We've all been leaders of corruption We've all been spiders on the wall Waiting for a hand to smash us or the doom of light to fall Is this guilt of just self-hatred Runnin' wild, uncontained Leaking from a broken soul Is this creation or a stain Is this creation or a stain...