Pistolita – The Pity Refrain lyrics

Withered and stabbed by the
hour and minute hands
Left here for dead like a book
on a shelf never read
And I shout,
(Till the sound of my lungs give out)
I'd do anything to hold onto
the gift that you gave me only

(When)
Fiery pain takes its place in my veins
Nerve endings burning the
fingers that play
to the points where i cant
think past the pain
I'll bang out the six final
chords of the pity refrain

Gentleman gather and
sing us the choral complain
Children come sulk in the
rain of the pity refrain

Memories jaded your paintings
will fade over time
and your face i cant place
like a name you cant find
And I scream
(Oh my god whats become of my mind)
Ill mumble out words of the
pity refrain one last time
fine, Ill resign

(When)
Fiery pain takes its place in my veins
Nerve endings burning the
fingers that play
to the point where i cant
think past the pain
Ill bang out the six final chords of the pity refrain

Gentleman gather and
sing us the choral complain
Children come sulk in the
rain of the pity refrain x2