Guttered

smoking lucky strikes in a snow covered graveyard you watch your breath spill into the air
the night gives no shelter & the wind it cuts through you and you look up at the sky & swear
at the winter stars and their indifference to you
dizzy from the drink and that shaky homegrown
you pull your wool hat over your eyes and lean against a headstone
ain't it like that when you're guttered & there is no where to go
ain't it like that when you're guttered you walk the graveyard in the snow

all you've ever loved & lost is there to read on your skin
just like the hobo's the bare knuckle boxers, sailors and the union men
it's songs we sang in fury and glory the music that defines where we stand
at basement shows and dark dingy bars, all the feedback & broken up bands
once again you're guttered & the chilly winds do blow
once again you're guttered you walk the graveyard in the snow

you said you'd be heading south, the country's getting scary & you need to get clear
this city's too cold, it's people too blind, too much comfort & too much fear
me I still cling to the things that once fueled us, In on The Kill Taker, Cometbus & Unrest
am I wild or tame? hardcore or lame? a wandering fool or a heart at rest?
a wandering fool or a heart at rest?

oh no I'm just guttered & I still carry the flame
oh no I'm just guttered, & can't remember my own name
once again I'm guttered, just trying to do my best
am I wild or tame? hardcore or lame? a wandering fool or a heart at rest?
a wandering fool