Bull Believer - Wednesday

Got him right between the shoulders

And the bull loses blood

No fight left to give

Can't pull his head up

Comfort fools us into faith

Then fate pulls us away again

A corpse with a spirit

Got out of my bed today

Bottles call you from their

Seats on the choir riser

Laid on my back in the

Tepid bathtub water

The ache of the wind on the windows

The blood under the bridge

And the stadium crowd

Charges the bull

Wind changed pitch as the bridge went by

The lightning comes up from the ground and goes up to the sky

Poured one out for all my guys

The tiny monuments get propped up on the roadside

Believe me

Believer

Believe me

Believer

Passed out on a couch at a New Year's party

I sat on the stairs with a never-ending nosebleed

You were playing Mortal Kombat

God make me good but not quite yet

Believe me

Believer

Believe me

Believer

Finish him

Finish him

Finish him

Finish him

Finish him

Finish him

Finish him

Finish him

Finish him

Finish him

Finish him