Crooked Accounts

In dark shadows, in black dusty rooms I lay in my bed with blue sky dreams In truth I doubt, in truth I take the blame I see little in my cup, but it's flowing over the brim Come on now this can't be real, with all this heartache I feel Come on now, haven't you shown me enough I heard of a man with bottomless wealth Like a trusted old well that came up from the ground Until the day he questioned, inspected the source He went to the bottom to find it all was gone Come on now this can't be real, with all this heartache I feel Come on now, haven't you shown me enough I guess I'll get out of my way, get out of my way There's a mad man inside of my head with crooked accounts and alot to say. --- Crooked Accounts - Rodello's Machine