Hands of sweat and bile What've you done Who were you with Was there a gun You can't even talk Shaking too much Man on the run Was there a gun Tell me what you've done Then I'll feel pretty good that I was the one Hands of sweat and bile You are the sword I am the shield Turns into plowshares I can't even talk This is unreal The fact that you're gone Or the fact that I'm here Do I tell them what you've done? Or do I keep it as a secret that I was the one If I help you get to Sumner I could be dead But I take some self pleasure That you're letting me in I can't see us getting out this jam I'm just glad you asked me for my hand I loved you but you never asked me then And I love you now even in this dead end