Blunt Trauma - Old Gray

There was traffic in Austin

When you gave yourself up

To the crushing release of a car

Long live the Devil and all hail the saints

Chewing up stars with their names

Angel, I feel your pain

I understand why you’d want to take it all away

And I still think about the body

By the gas station where you lied

A bloodstained body of what once was

Just another meal for the flies