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Bloody Tears

© Words: Brett Todd
Music: E. Patrick Johnson

The clown and the apostle
were my best friends.
I kept them riding at my side
'til the eighth came to an end.
Today the thin man's winning
and the grey man's bought his fear.
I tried to walk off laughing,
but now cry bloody tears.

Bloody tears, bloody tears.

What became of our old school
when the green ink ran dry?
When the bald man dropped the sword
cursing his wayward eye?
When the disciples abandoned reading
for drowning in their beer?
Is the concrete campus crying
or shedding bloody tears?

Bloody tears, bloody tears.

My brittle little girl, she stole off
with the rings,
She vanished in false panic
thanks to her underlings.
Now I'm knee-deep in the river,
wading through dead years.
It's way past midnight and
I'm crying bloody tears.

Bloody tears, bloody tears.

I'm still greeting each dawn
as a groom with no bride.
Breathing through my conscience
with my heart cast aside.
But my long night will end when
I burn her souvenirs;
My eyes will run dry
of these bloody tears.

Bloody tears, bloody tears.

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PJ - Vocals, Guitars, Bass
Chris DeZordo - Organ
Dan Legault - Drums

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