Brim - Take One Car

Lookout my son

Stare straight into his eyes

You can’t hide from the wicked you’ve done

But don’t fret, in this life you’ll be terribly missed

As you enter the others

And they’ll open the earth

Prepare our little white beds

And a stone to say here rests your sweet little head

In the morning the dew settles down on the grave

That now is your home

But on into the night, we’ll rise right up from the grave

And we’ll find them and stare them all dead in the face

This machine won’t forget a single thing that you’ve done

In this life and others.

Six feet down’s where you’re gonna sleep

Six feet of this earth’s gonna set you free

Six feet down’s where you’re gonna sleep

And my face will be the last that you see

I must confess I wished to find the boy

In the midst of some unthinkable crime

But when the moment came to end his life

I looked into his hopeless little eyes

And I turned away

And I recalled my father many years before

As we sat and watched a robin mend her torn and tattered nest

Only to have the wind come knock it down again

And I cursed the evil gale that cast her nest

And shattered each and every egg

And I hear my fathers voice once again

And he says,

«We must forgive.»

Oh don’t you know

I’m the dirt’s dirt

Worse than the worst you’ve ever known

I built my home out of prickers and wire

And from my windowsill I see

That there’s never been any hope for me