Oh Come, Sweet Death



Oh come, sweet death I beg of you
When you do that peace would hold
My shaking hands to calm and soothe
A pounding heart that bleeds the blues

Belly aches, a burning pain that broods
Like hunger does a child without a home
Beaten, torn, from youths innocent view
Who yearns to feed on love and rabbit stew

‘Tween cities, coast to coast in hotel rooms
Escalators, elevators, just to have a smoke
Lost, this soul that roams the avenues
Bar to bar, sitting on a lonely stool

My pounding heart bleeds the blues
My shaking hands calm and soothe
When you appear peace will hold
Oh come, sweet death I beg of you

Ax