Frank Black "If Your Poison Gets You"

"But the truth is that critics are by definition critical. That's their job."

Frank Black

We heard it all, in halls of pain
It wasn't good
There was a call, in baggage claim
It wasn't good
She had a hunch, it was't lunch
It wasn't good
I drove a spike into the punch
It wasn't good

Heaven's boys protect you
I am almost there
If your poison gets you
I will be on time
If you sink to madness
Say a little prayer
If your poison gets you
I am down the line

Now once again to halls of pain
When will it end?
God's machines say it's your genes
When will it end?
Why has thou forsaken me, again and again?
You always said "When will it end?"
When will it end?