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Through the Eye Explicit contentE

jintymculloch

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Lyrics

Instrumental Intro

Verse 1

There's a rumble down below, Lord, I know that sound,

My belly's raisin' hell, ain't no safe place in town.

I've found myself a throne, but it ain't no place to rest,

I'm sweatin' like a sinner with a demon in my chest.

Chorus

Shitting through the eye of a needle, Lord, I'm barely hangin' on,

My dignity has left me, and my strength is nearly gone.

I'm clingin' to the porcelain, prayin' for a sign,

Lord, these porcelain blues are gonna be the death of mine.

Verse 2

Well, the clock hands ain't movin', and the walls are closin' in,

I've confessed my every sin, but I just can't seem to win.

I curse that cursed old supper, curse the hand that cooked,

I'd sell my soul for mercy, Lord, if that's all it took.

Chorus

Shitting through the eye of a needle, Lord, I'm barely hangin' on,

My dignity has left me, and my strength is nearly gone.

I'm clingin' to the porcelain, prayin' for a sign,

Lord, these porcelain blues are gonna be the death of mine.

Instrumental Break

Oh, Lord, have mercy...

I've known heartbreak, but nothin' like this...

Instrumental solo

Verse 3

My knees are gettin' weaker, my forehead's full of rain,

Every cramp's another hammer, every breath's another pain.

I've walked through fire and misery, watched my dreams turn black,

I'd trade my worldly fortune just to get my old life back.

Chorus

Shitting through the eye of a needle, Lord, how much can one man take?

My hands are shakin', my poor heart's about to break.

I've been crawlin' through the darkness, beggin' to be free,

Never thought a porcelain throne would be the end of me.

Final Chorus

Shitting through the eye of a needle, but the storm is passin' by,

I'm too damn weak to celebrate, too damn tired to cry.

I'll rise up from this bathroom, bruised but seein' through,

I've survived the gates of hell and these porcelain blues.

Outro

Lord, I ain't askin' for riches or fame...

Just a clean pair of trousers...

And never that curry again.

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