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Set off the smoke alarm Takin' knife hits.
Smoke stabbed your throat till you felt lifeless.
And as your eyes rolled back behind your eyelids,
you rocked your baby to sleep among the whiteness.
Until that swaddled throne, the one where Christ sits,
appreared like oxygen; you made your choices.
You held your bloody cup up to its faucet,
said I don't care what it is, just give me something.
Just give me something to drink.
Just give me something to drink, Oh God, I need it.
Just give me something to drink.
Just give me something to drink and I'll believe i-i-i-i-it.
I-i-i-i-i-it. I-i-i-i-i-it.
I-it.
Sounds from the fire escape, the noise of friendship,
of flames claiming clothes and breaking glasses.
Held in your savior's arms, the spark ignited,
Coughing ash he asked, Jesus, what happened?
Dry heaving in the sink, you heard Their voices
and while ignoring His plea you called them Angels.
The water burned your mouth, hot as the Devil,
said, "I don't care what it is just give me something.
Just give me something to sing.
Just give me something to sing, Oh, how I need it.
Just give me something to sing.
Just give me something to sing and I'll believe i-i-i-i-it.
I-i-i-i-it.
Just give me something to drink.
Just give me something to drink, Oh God, I need it.
Just give me something to drink.
Just give me something to drink and I'll believe i-i-i-i-it.
I-i-i-i-it. I-i-i-i-it.
I-it.