Flash 'N' Bruise

Yes you do
Yes you do
Flash 'n' bruise

Cut the throttle and take my hand
It's a charlatan ticket to the promised land
Won't ya line up for abuse won't ya line up for abuse

Grabbin' razors for your exit grand
You're a textbook loser blamin' falling sand
In your crosshairs straight to lose
in your crosshairs straight to lose

Let's talk about suicide
Or your little place you hide
I'm surprised we all don't backslide

Blame the bottle and lines you had
With roulette moods like a passing fad
In the end it all points back to you
in the end it all points back to you

Come tomorrow 'bout six A.M.
Blue light shines while you're chewin' your hands
And you're no farther from the truth, you're no farther from the truth

Let's talk about poison brides
Indiscretion's favorite prize
You'll never be satisfied

You can take or leave me, but I won't go down easy
I'll hold something back from you
Call it borrowed passion or something so old fashioned
But we all just flash n bruise

Flash! Bruise! Flash and bruise, flash and bruise