Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Ashtray morning on the table Coffee gone cold in my hand News on Same old poison Spilling over this tired land I feel that fire in my fingers Jaw locked tight Teeth pressed Storm words pounding on my tongue Begging to be confessed [Chorus] By my lonesome I wrestle with the fever All these crooked shadows staring back at me I’m so tired of dancing with corruption All I ever wanted was a little peace Anger keeps knocking like a dealer Selling me a quick Cruel release But every time my fists start talking Something in me just wants to bow my head Just to bow my head [Verse 2] Streetlights hum through the window Sirens cut through the smoke Somewhere someone’s pulling triggers On another bitter joke I trace scars in the tabletop Count the ways I could break Then I hear my mother’s trembling voice “Son Don’t make the same mistake” [Chorus] By my lonesome I wrestle with the fever All these crooked shadows staring back at me I’m so tired of dancing with corruption All I ever wanted was a little peace Anger keeps knocking like a dealer Selling me a quick Cruel release But every time my fists start talking Something in me just wants to bow my head Just to bow my head [Bridge] I could burn it down Oh I could I could paint this town in red But I’m staring at my shaking hands Asking what they’d write instead So I lay this violence on the altar All this rage I’ve nursed and fed Let the red run out my knuckles Turn it into a whispered prayer instead (mmm) [Chorus] By my lonesome I wrestle with the fever All these crooked shadows staring back at me I’m so tired of dancing with corruption All I ever wanted was a little peace Anger keeps knocking like a dealer Selling me a quick Cruel release So when the dark says “Come and do it” I close my eyes and bow my head I just bow my head I just bow my head
Tags
rock, Smoky jazz-blues rock trio, male vocals: brushed drums, walking bass, hollow-body guitar with tremolo and gritty overdrive in the choruses. Verses stay hushed and intimate, close-mic vocal with a touch of tape slap; chorus opens wider with sustained guitar chords, organ pad, and stronger backbeat. Dynamic arc from confessional simmer to controlled burn, then back to a resigned, prayerful fade., blues, deep, jazz
Duration
4:55
Instrumental
No
Created
2/11/2026