Where the Sin Goes

Intro

Stop pacing. Sit down.

Can't sit down.

Verse 1

Two a.m., pacing the kitchen floor

Grease on the stove, roach by the door

Phone rang twice, then it died

Don't need a name, I know who's outside

Same man held my son

Sat at my table, ate off my plate (what!)

Now he's parked behind the laundromat gate

Headlights off, exhaust in the cold

Twenty grand and a brick never sold

Left boot lace snapped, no time, jam the end in the tongue

Snub in my fist, five in it, one slot none

Jaw locked tight, back teeth ready to crack

Service stairs down, ain't no turning back

Hook

Lord, I ain't ask for this

Lord, I ain't ask for this

Hands still warm, and I can't sit still

Tell me where to put the sin

Tell me where it goes

Verse 2

Wind through the thermal, eyes burning, wet

Check the alley, let the garbage truck pass

Creep by the dumpsters, stay low, stay slow

Salt crunching under me, can't make it quiet, no

Window cracked an inch, Newport glowing in the dark

Radio low, he ain't watching the park

Three steps, hit the ice, knee on the bumper (uh)

His head turns: "Yo, who that?"

Gun to the tint, I squeeze

Vent. Glass in my teeth

Squeeze. Squeeze. He's in reverse, tires screaming in the slush

I'm running with the door, can't see, squeeze

Shoulder. Squeeze. Skull

Ears gone. Ringing. Curb. Hydrant. Steam

Back wheel spinning, whole block holding its breath

Door swings, leg hangs

Squeeze. Click.

Squeeze. Click. (damn)

Hook

Lord, I ain't ask for this

Lord, I ain't ask for this

Hands still warm, and I can't sit still

Tell me where to put the sin

Tell me where it goes

Verse 3

Third-floor window, somebody's standing there (what!)

Blinds snap shut. Fuck. Move. Don't stare

Gun in the fleece, wrist burned on the steel

Heel torn off where I tripped on the curb

Playground chains clanking, wind don't care

Spit blood where the glass got my lip

Puke by the slide, nothing but bile and the forty

Wipe my mouth, keep walking, head down, don't say a word

Keys in the grate, no, on the mat, grab 'em, go

Up the stairs, legs like lead, deadbolt, forehead on the wood

Ear to the door. Nothing. Elevator humming in the shaft

Bathroom. Spit red in the bath

Cold water, powder in the creases of my hand

Scrub the fleece. Smell don't come out. Scrub it again

Five shells in the toilet, flush, watch 'em spin

One stuck. Flush again. Flush again

Sit on the rim with the towel on my knees

Hands shaking too hard to hold the keys

Eighty-nine, we stole bikes, him and me

His mother stay next door to mine

She'll be at my door by morning with a plate

Crying, and I'll have to take it

Look up at the bulb, buzzing in the fan

Try to fold my hands, God, I can't

I know You see me. You always did

Ain't asking You to look away, just don't let it be the kid

Tell me what I do now. Tell me what I am (Long exhale)

(Yeah...)