Blood on the Sidewalk - Satanic Surfers
This refusal to grow up
Running around in circles
Going to sleep waking up
With this constant doubt
Am I making the right choice or am
I just accepting what others say
Life is all about
So there he stands in front
Of a broken window with bleeding knuckles
At his own reflection
He looks at himself in disbelief
Looking back on his life was it worth it
With his eyes staring down
Into the ground instead of looking forward
He clenches his fist picks up
Another bottle to kill the questions
And soothe the pain
All he leaves behind is this stain
Of blood on the sidewalk
Of blood on the sidewalk
With a broken spirit and sold out dreams
He wakes up and washes the
Dried tears from his face
I know now that I made the wrong choice
But the choice was never mine to make
In the first place
So there he stands in front of
A broken mirror with bleeding knuckles
Gazing at his own reflection
He looks at himself in disbelief
Looking back on his life was it worth it
With his eyes staring down
Into the ground instead of looking forward
He clenches his fist swallows
Another pill to kill the questions
And soothe the pain
And in time the rain will wash away the memories
That remain of a man who came and left
Leaving nothing but a stain
Of blood on the sidewalk
Blood on the sidewalk
Blood on the sidewalk
Blood on the sidewalk
Blood on the sidewalk