Pity Refrain - Pistolita

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

Id do anything to hold onto the gift that you gave me only

When fiery pain takes it’s place in my veins

Nerve endings burning the fingers that play

To the point where I can’t 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

Memories jaded your paintings will fade over time

And your face I can’t place like a name you can’t find

And I scream oh my god what’s become of my mind

Ill mumble out words of the pity refrain one last time

Fine, I’ll resign

When fiery pain takes it’s place in my veins

Nerve endings burning the fingers that play

To the point where I can’t 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