Glad to get away

Hey mister can you tell me Is there a knife stuck in your face Have matchbook covers been your mirrors Do you feel your hand in your own pocket Hey mister do you count the shadows that fall before you...

I got life and death stains on my pants It's coming and going out of my clothes This here my soul, I'm dead I never knew what living was For God's sake I'm alive Burning in my eyes and mind Do they...