Everything I Touched Caught Fire Paroles

Underneath the blanket of a lost and found box jacket
My head against the window trying to rest

Gonna scar my face
in a different place
or maybe wear my hat down low
Pull a stick-up job
on some five and dime
Keep slithering town to town

I shuffled along the shoulder of an unmarked road
stopped to catch my breath outside Des Plaines
slipped into a Laundromat to grab some baggy clothes
then slept out on the ashtray by the lake
The very next evening in some half-deserted bar
some black-eyed Molly bought me watered drinks
a couple hours later, swapped stories in her kitchen
while waiting for leftovers to reheat

Gonna change my ways and maybe stick around

Early the next morning,
she called a friend of her late husband's
a foreman at a plastics factory
Got me some shit job for under the table cash
just until I got back on my feet
I could picture Molly through two black eyes crying
even though I hadn't wronged her yet
Every time I'd ever managed landing on my feet
I'd be looking for a cozy place to sit

Cut my fingers trimming flash, burned both of my hands
the foreman came to ride me about the rate
The hopper wound up jammed.
I over-filled the press.
The foreman sent me home for the day
I couldn't face Molly, so I walked around for hours
before I started fixing to leave
a day or two later, I read in some paper
about a fire at that factory

Gonna scar my face
in a different place
or maybe wear my hat down low
Pull a stick-up job
on some five and dime
Keep slithering town to town