Coal

I stared into the eyes Of the deep black coal And I knew that it knew What I did know I knew My mother she was a whore She was lost before I was born My father I barely knew when he took me by the hand and told me Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Then he kicked away the chair Black blue bruises on my hips Something smeared beneath my lips A blister on my knee And a ringing in my ears tells me Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Their not coming back for you Hold on, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on I've got coal inside my pocket Hold on I've got coal inside my bed Hold on I've got coal inside my home Hold on I've got coal inside my head Hold on