I Am the Sticks
by Afghan Whigs
From the album: Up in It
Track 13 of 13 on Up in It (1990).
Duration: 4:19
Lyrics for I Am the Sticks
You drink the blood I fill the need I am the sticks I draw the bead Killed in California Cast alive into the sea Pumped and dried inside a furnace Pumped and dried until I freeze Stumbling on time Blood on the sill Cup in the kitchen I know this spill I stand in a hole Hand up your dress Not like the others Shows no interest When I need it, it's behind me When I don't, it's by my side Sacrifice a foreign killer Set the freezer up to fry If you're vain, I hate the pain When you need rest, I ease the pain Don't you see what I have brought you to my life? I saw the man I let him in He stood on the ground He left me love It was so thin It was so thin Left my career behind He left me to die If you're vain, I hate the pain When you need rest, I ease the pain Don't you see what I have brought you to my life? If you're vain, I hate the pain When you need rest, I ease the pain Don't you see what I have brought you to my life? My life My life My life My life My life My life