Another despair Rain came down and the bottom fell out The front door slammed in my face in the cold Older than time the east side's swimmin' In the stench of the devil for a few too many Swift time passes and the pages tear One hand to another and another despair Some thrown outta windows teeth do tell Some dead on arrival when the sirens wail Maybe some have a choice in a low down moment Makin' change in the mornin' when the dreams are broken Now the flesh gets messy with a smile and a nod On the hooks of a dealer to the Grace of God C, 2014 gypsy eyes music, bmi Malcolm holcomb