Black Lung

written by Jake stilson

Floyd I feel a rumbling in my chest 

I’ve got vultures on my right and on my left 

I feel a fiery heat on the back of my neck 

I don’t know who it is but I swear I smell the devil’s breath 

Your cough is catching up with me

Though you died in the 20th century 

God knows I don’t want to end up like that 

Face turning gray and my lungs turn black 

Esther I hear footsteps in the dark 

They’ve been following me for days around Veterans Park 

What are we going to on down this trail 

I’m in the middle of a train bridge and there’s rumbling on the rails 

Your cough is catching up with me

Though you died in the 20th century 

God knows I don’t want to end up like you 

Six in the morning and my face is blue 

Peter I see a white horse across the plain 

He’s got an earthquake of a gallop and a tornado for a mane 

Rider in black is strapped across his back 

With a sickle aimed at one more heart attack 

Your cough is catching up with me

Though you died in the 20th century 

God knows I don’t want to end up like that 

Face turning gray and my lungs turn black 

God knows I don’t want to end up like that 

Face turning gray and my lungs turn black