Scotch Corner (2007 Remastered Version)

See them in the road house drifting out of sight

In broken bars and cafés they wander through the night

Some look for silence, somewhere to hide

Some take their chances, choose suicide

This man looked like a turtle that life had blown to bits

His eyes were full of wisdom but his mouth was full of shit

God gave him nothing, just let it ride

The pockets are empty, something has died

It's good to see a human too mad to be afraid

Between the night starvation and the truck girls getting laid

Her lips are scarlet, her hair is dyed

I love her sorrow, I know she tried

A man that stands there proudly and burns the flame both ends

That can't be hurt by anyone at all

God gave us angels, we kill them all

God made us killers with too far to fall

See them in the roadhouse drifting out of sight

In broken bars and cafés they wander through the night

Some look for silence, somewhere to hide

Some take their chances, choose suicide