Carolina Lemonade

Cold, sweet Carolina Lemonade

Horseshoed handsome hand grenade

I come to face-down on a cold ground

Only me, not another soul around

A black hole is in my head

From right now and when the juice went down, down, down

I've never been here before in my life

Until I know, I need to be out of sight

My body tries to hide

As I stumble through the wreck of my mind

I see the dirty games you play

I have no thirst for it anyway

And now you want me to stay

Over a glass of your lemonade

From the wardrobe along the wall

I hear a woman speak wise of a coup de grâce

A pair of feet tango 'round the hall

An onto the bed to bear it all

I crack the door so narrow and thin

The zippers come down to nothing but skin

A grey cloud is in my soul

Much darker than this hole I'm in

I see the dirty games you play

I have no thirst for it anyway

And now you want me to stay

Over a glass of your lemonade

When this guy releases the dove

The missy yells, "Au revoir, my love"

Her high-heels bring messes of blame

As they strut away through the pools of blood

My poor soul comes in between

What is death and murder or sleep and dream

I can't help myself but think

'Is that another man there, or is it me?'

Oh, is it me? Is it me? Is it me? Is it me?

Oh, I gotta know

Is it me? Is it me? Is it me? Is it me?

Oh, ah

I see that, I see that, I see that game

And now you got me to drink, yea

And now you got me to stay

Over a glass of your finest lemonade

Your lemonade, your lemonade, yea

Your lemonade, yea, your lemonade