I NEED SHELTER

There’s a mist hanging low like a Creeping Jew.

Who’s to say where it comes from? Is it rolling through?

I’ve got a liver full of fire from cheap whiskey and rye.

Sledgehammer pounding out my hammered eyes.

Oh yeah, can you see where I’m coming from?

I need shelter from pain and regret,

Shelter from my lonely bed,

Shelter from my weary head.

I need shelter. Sometimes I wish I was dead.

There’s a woman on the rack with alluring eyes

And she taunts me as she flaunts her very naked thighs.

I drink it in like it was my lifeblood’s store.

Before you know me and her are out through the door.

I scuttle through the dark alleys on the darkest night.

My body’s burning and my hands are a nervous white.

Nothing in this world is gonna fix me nice.

The only thing I look forward to is being on ice.

Oh Lord I’m a leanin’. I’m a fallin’ fast.

If it wasn’t for my banjo, I’d be on the grass.

Like cannon fodder in broad daylight, I’ve got nowhere to turn.

I’m on my blackened knees and my body’s burnt.

Someone please show me that there’s day in my night.

Can I find a smile in my petrified life?

Someone please pull me from this sinking sand.

Tell me my burden’s carried by a loving hand!

Oh yeah, can you see where I’m coming from?