Dark Side of the Doomed - Headstones

Thread a little needle through a lonely life

Do a little shooting from your own supply

Blood’s in the barrel and you can almost taste

Thumb’s on the plunger and you’re starting to shake

She got hate, she got love

She got hate, she got love

She got a face tattoo of a beautiful smile

On her back she got the scales of a crocodile

And a neck tattoo saying don’t be late

On her fist she’s got the words saying love and hate

She got hate, she got love

We got hate, we got love

All those people dying dead in the streets

And they’re nothing but statistics and policy

Died 2 blocks from the injection site

On her hat were the words saying no surprise

We got hate, we got love

We got hate, we got love

Ain’t a state of grace ain’t no guarantee

Any given day it could’ve been you or me

It’s cold calculation and there’s no empathy

I don’t know how I made it from A to B

Another cop says to a doctor

There is nothing here we can do

They are self-inflicted and cross-addicted

They are the dark side of the doomed

Of the doomed

Of the doomed

Of the doomed

Of the doomed