Black fingernails, red wine I wanna make you all mine A lot of people, underground You wanna get there, you gotta go straight down Straight down There
A handful of sand is all that you grab As you're watching the money fall Right through your hands It took such a long, long time now To build on demand
You live so much, it's like you're dying You can't get up, your body's trying Oh you're build so tall, it's like you're flying But rocks that fall, the
Drag me by my ankles To the bottom of the ocean There I'll stay forever Until you come back from England The London bombs The London bombs The London
Hey, hey, I know it wasn't New York Where I lost my mind Hey, hey, I know I must've left it It was back home all the time And where were you while we
This room is like the belly of a ghost Swaying to the rhythm Of a heart that is now lost So tell me that I'm wrong Tell me that there's consequence Or
Sarah, won't you tell me your name? I've been waiting here for hours In the garden by the flowers You're so shy So just open your eyes The boys all form
I've been waiting far too long Staring at the sun Waiting for the night to come So I can get things done I can't wait for this no more My eyes have come
With lips that kiss Words of teeth And I was wrong To let you know So drink your coffee And catch your bus Cause I just want My suicide girl
This is pressure Stay away from me If life is bigger, then what do you see You're no better, no better than me If this is pressure, show me How you bleed
I will come Come to comfort you I will come Come to comfort you I will come Come to comfort you I will come Come to comfort you I'm coming, I'm coming
troubled wine Wine, yeah, Lord, I'll make you mine, all mine, all mine Serve you up a glass of my troubled wine That's right doll Wine, wine Wine, wine Wine, wine
a smoke-filled room one night There were colored lights and dancing all around My heartbeat racing to the frantic sounds She held a glass of red wine in her hand Her long black
Black fingernails, red wine I wanna make you all mine Alot of people under ground You want to get there, You gotta go straight down Wo Ohhh Straight
Translation: Black Label Society. Troubled Wine.
Translation: Joe Eskimo. Black Fingernails, Red Wine.
but you never gave it back So here I stand expressionless but my memory's intact I guess the past is good for a laugh A comedy so dry and black It makes
