My mind was born in Arizona
But I lost my youth at Urquinaona
Where I found out that being a grown-up
Means standing on the safe side of a smoking gun.

My face was broken and I did bleed there
And so I raised me an ebenezer
I tried to lose it in a whisky fever, but I still remember. I still remember

Now my guitar is calloused and my fingers they are strung
I'm marching toward a chalice, and I'm singing sad, sad songs
But when I reach that goblet, and I drink
My forbidden fruit no it's not, it's not gonna make me think
It's gonna open my ears and it's gonna dilate my eyes
It's gonna take away my knowledge, and it just might make me wise
It's gonna teach me how to love, then kill me with kindness
You won't even know me, you're not even gonna know me
Not when this shit is finished and oh no, no no

Now we are standing here facing each other
with our journals drawn like naked swords
And we're fighting to the death with each fountain-penned word
I'm gonna cut you with my poetry
And you, you're gonna kill me with your prose (as long as neither of us knows)
Well there's one thing I gotta know. One thing I gotta know
And that is: Why do you care when you know that it's not safe?
And why do you care when you know that it all could go to waste?
And why do you care when you know that it's not safe?

It wasn't safe. It wasn't safe. It wasn't safe
But was it a waste?
Was it a waste? (5x)
I don't know, I don't know, but here we go


Lyrics submitted by BlueImelda

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