Cul-de-sac

The Walkabouts

Two years since it snowed

The streets are slush and dirt

They bleed like strangers



When you first came home

There were seashells in your eyes

We took things real slow



But now, you've bought their bill of goods

It's the same old shit

'Cept the end is quick



You seem to love it on your lips

If you could just stand up

We'd rise forever



Cul-de-sac

Better watch your back

My heart's a dead-end



All memory is cursed

The river use to freeze

We walked on thick ice



And rememberin' is worse

I've lived to save the dead

And not the livin'



Cul-de-sac

Better watch your back

My heart's a dead-end



Flint n' bone n' tin

Ya' started stut-te-rin' again

Knife prayers n' blistered nerves



The last words that you heard

As you loosened from the world

Can I get a witness?