Texty: Gaslight Anthem, The. Wherefore Art Thou, Elvis?.

I cut my teeth on the stone of a teenage romance.
I was the salt of the earth, I was hard, and the last of the independents.
And in the breath from my chest I was blowing kerosene,
My lips and fingertips were stone, I wore my heart on my jeans.
I sang the blues like the dogs left too long in the street,
I still sing the blues with the dogs.

And I got half a mind to let it all burn up in this fire,
I've had been burning through my veins since I first learned to cry.
I'd watch this whole night come down and never miss her again.
I never felt right and never fit in,
Walking in my own skin.

Now I got scars like the number of stars, my head's full of vipers.
I got the dust of the desert in my bones, coming through the amplifiers.
Between the minor chord fall and the fourth and the fifth,
It's a broken Hallelujah and a pain in my fist.
I wash my hands like the man with the blood on his teeth,
Over and over without relief.

And I got nothing for you darling but a story to tell,
About the rain on the pavement and the sound as it fell.
I'd watch this whole night come down and never miss her again.
I never felt right and never fit in.

Walking in my old man shoes, with my scientist heart.
I got a fever and a beaker and a shot in the dark.
I need a Cadillac ride, I need a soft summer night,
Say a prayer for my soul Senorita.

Because I've been dying out here in the cold and the snow.
I got a picture of you, Mama, to remind me of home.
On the hood of a Dodge on a Saturday night,
Say a prayer for my soul, Senorita.