Soft Targets - The Mountain Goats

You cry when you get drunk

And I can’t find the right things to say

Sooner or later you’ll start breaking plates

And I’ll do what I can to stay out of your way

There is nobody innocent here

I’ve got more blood on my hands than you do

It’s you and it’s me and the baby makes three

Yeah but we’ve got our love to carry us through

We’ve got our love to carry us through

I cry when I’m hungry

Something is wrong with my brain

And the ghost of our future’s awake in the attic

He moans and he wails as he rattles his chain

We embrace on the floor in the kitchen

Emissaries from neighboring lands

When I hunt down the vampire that did this to us

I will rip out his heart with my hands

I will rip out his heart with my hands