Buckets of Mud

You caught my attention like a penny in a gutter

You shined all nickel and chrome

You gave me no quarter, just sugar cubes and butter

Then hit the road to wander and roam

I was mortally wounded in that darkened alley

Between my heart and my head

I was dragged out to lie in the middle of your street

Until I am nothing but dead

So bring your buckets of mud and bottles of blood

And raise them up to the skies

Don't open the casket just sit there and bask in

The moaning and wailing and sighs

Let my poor mother kiss me and everyone miss me

It is time for all the goodbyes

I might be pretending, there is no defending

What happens when true love dies

One hundred cuts losing one thousand limbs

Leaving me stumped and alone

One million bullets piercing my skin

As you watch me with eyes made of stone

I'll never recover, I won't meet another

My vision is filling with red

Here I am lying in the middle of your street

Until I am nothing but dead