By the time the cops came in
the writing on the wall
was etched into his skin
hard times they hit him hard
times never got easier
night crawling searching for hell
yours is the last soul
and you're ready to sell

a glimmer of sunlight
a beam of may
peaking through the curtains
his only relationship with the day


I'm begging you to stay
it was a white xmas
and the blackest may

the sun sets and you're done
you're a stylized nothing yet you're the one
they never get next to him
they haven't got close yet
he looked into the barrel
and the bullet was hard times i bet
she doesn't get caught up in all that shit
not even a little bit
c'est tragique
c'est fantastique
peaking through the curtains
holding on to his mistique

I'm begging you to stay
it was a white xmas
and the blackest may"