Pistolita - The Pity Refrain lyrics

Withered and stabbed by the hour and minute hands Left here for dead like a book on a shelf never read And i shout, till the sound of my lungs give out Id do anything to hold onto the gift that you gave me only When fiery pain takes its place in my veins Nerve endings burning the fingers that play To the point where i can't think past the pain Ill bang out the six final chords of the pity refrain Gentleman gather and sing us the choral complain Children come sulk in the rain of the pity refrain Memories jaded your paintings will fade over time And your face i can't place like a name you can't find And i scream oh my god whats become of my mind Ill mumble out words of the pity refrain one last time Fine, ill resign When fiery pain takes its place in my veins Nerve endings burning the fingers that play To the point where i can't think past the pain Ill bang out the six final chords of the pity refrain Gentleman gather and sing us the choral complain Children come sulk in the rain of the pity refrain