Hairshirt

[Verse]

I am not the type of dog that could keep you waiting

For no good reason

Run a carbon-black test on my jaw

And you will find it's all been said before

I can swing my megaphone

And long arm the rest

It's easier and better to just beat it from the chest

Of desire

I could walk into this room

And the waves of conversation are enough

To knock you down in the undertow

So alone, so alone in my life

Feed me banks of light and hang your hairshirt

On the lowest rung, it's a beautiful life

And I can hang my hairshirt away up high in the attic

Of the wrong dog's life chest

Or bury it at sea

All my life I've searched for this

Here I am, here I am

In your life

It's a beautiful life, my life

It's a beautiful life, your life