Drag me to your braided rope

Desparate for the last joke

I'm out of easy tricks to pull

You're out of embers left to stoke

Fixing for a quick [thing?]

Rootless cosmopolitan

You want to be a [wretch?] for hire

Carve a bloody trail for him

[Chorus]

I'm begging you to see

I don't know how to make him love you

[Loving?] father

You are the stones inside his leather shoes

Inside his leather shoes

Inside his leather shoes

Inside his leather shoes

[?] [bits?] [are?] Middlе East

Blackening the bitter lеaves

Sweeter than your fingers

Bite the counters with his teeth

She's a tight, clenched fist

Waiting for your weakness

Come home and [?]

[?] cloud to cover cigarettes

[Chorus]

I'm begging you to see

I don't know how to make him love you

[Loving?] father

You are the stones inside his leather shoes

And you'll work harder and harder

To bring your mother bad news

[At?] every slip she'll put the [paint?] on everyone

To [bind?] you

Because you're bad news

Are you bad news?

'Cause you're bad news

Every blade of grass [you?] cut to fill your misery

You're not fightin' that fight

Intoxicated water flows in your capillaries

You're not you

Not [mine?]

You're not you

Not [mine?]

[Chorus]

I'm begging you to see

I don't know how to make him love you

[Loving?] father

You are the stones inside his leather shoes

And you'll work harder and harder

To bring your mother bad news

[At?] every slip she'll put the [paint?] on everyone

To [bind?] you

Because you're bad news

Are you bad news?

'Cause you're bad news

So drag me to your braided rope

Desperate for a last joke

I'm out of easy tricks to pull

You're out of embers left to stoke