Slums by Gold Banquet Lyrics

If I could only get my fill
Never have to steal
But at this ripe age I'm full of holes
And days seep through me back to holy grounds
Where I am not allowed

So like fire in the woods
My eyes consume more than they should
I'm burning my way through rows of trees
Learning next to nothing from all
These mistakes that I have made

So I sold my soul away at an early age
And I asked my patron to teach me how to play
He said. "I'll do you one better, make you fuck it all up every
Day, and there'll be truth in what you say"

And I'd like to be remembered as a saint
Some great, unsinkable ship that sank
But nobody's ever gonna lay me down in different shades of paint
Though they'll say, "Remember how much that boy drank"
So I sold my soul away at an early age
And I asked my patron to teach me how to play
He said. "I'll do you one better, make you fuck it all up every
Day, and there'll be truth when you're out there preaching all that

Pain," Oh no, no
Pain, oh no, no