Mark Lanegan - Stockholm City Blues

Starin' out the window of this hotel room
The waxing and waning giant northern moon
Brother Aldo, are you good for a few more bucks?
I promise someday soon I'm gonna change my luck

The rain is makin' rivers of the Stockholm streets
Soakin' through my coat, through my boots to my feet
No one can ever tell me when enough's enough
Descendin' every ladder to the final rung

I paid for this pain, I'm runnin' through my blood
You couldn't ever tell me when enough's enough
To trade a few more nickels for another nail
Don't let my will give out before my body fails

Taxi to the corner, it's another mile
In another corner, somewhere else tomorrow
No one can tell me that enough's enough
I paid for this pain I put into my blood

The choppin' and churnin' of the northern tides
Rip out a wound as deep as the ocean is wide
And I thank my God because I prayed for it
I went to my knees when the medicine hit

I felt the slightest sting as though an insect bit
No one could ever tell me that it's time to quit
Fadin' flickering lights, my candle barely lit
Brother, 'alo, are you good for a few more bucks?
No one could ever tell me that enough's enough


I paid for this pain I put into my blood
I paid for this pain I put into my blood
I paid for this pain I put into my blood
No one could ever tell me that enough's enough
You could never tell me that enough's enough
Stockholm city blues