Hold it together, for just another minute more.
My stomach’s turn black, and it’s making me sick again.
Devil’s in the details, Saints live in mirrors.
My hands; arthritis, the gasoline burns.
Cancer grabs? deep within these bones and crack and fall apart
So let’s???
If the devil’s in the details, Saints live in mirrors.
My hand shakes with arthritis, the gasoline burns.
So show me what grandpa? lives for.
My hands' shake with arthritis, the gasoline burns.
But if the devil’s in the details, the saints live in mirrors.
My hands' shake with arthritis, gasoline burns.