Sweat Testo

Well I saw John in a vision
Years after he died
I asked what it’s like to stop living
He said, “It’s a look in your eye”
Then he moved in slow-motion
Said, “It’s kind of like that too
Death is what you make it
But you’ll find that out soon”

No halo, no wings Just seventeen
With a sheen of nothing

Connor’s mom wore a
Bandanna on her head
Frail and tired, but still smiling
Though she rarely left her bed
One day she called us in
Put Old Yeller on TV
And we watched it both wishing
We were outside climbing trees

When the kid shot his dog
She fixed Connor’s hair and said
“Though it doesn’t seem fair
Sometimes love’s interrupted by death”

Near the end KC said, “Son, no savior will return
And his daddy ain’t waiting for us
See what happened to Irene after years at the church Ain’t no Good Book keep maggots away from their lunch”
The last words he said to his nurse were
“Pray for me”

Ed reclined on a frozen body for a smoke
His friend stepped onto a landmine
And Ed’s uniform got soaked
His eyes lingered on the cigarette in his hand
And he ashed it with his new finger
The doc cut from a dead man

He told me nights were so black
It’s like you passed to the other side
You’re not sure if you’re alive
Till you feel the sweat burn your eyes

At her place after working a late shift at the bar
Drunk and mad at the hot city night
She was scared, saying people got shot up on Starr
I said, “Everything is alright”
And it all seemed so suddenly sweet to me
Even cleaning up rich tourist piss on my knees
Kicking her hissing cat off of my feet I told her
“We’re still sweating”