Black Heart - The Damned Things

I hope you’ve taken notice of the wandering eyes

All the circling wagons and where I draw the line

All the birds of prey that keep searching

Have come to feast on my little black heart

And some get discouraged

Yeah, while the other ones starve

We’ve got to keep moving

On and on and on and on and on

Though the dust might settle on my bones

My blood will sneak out after dark, oh, oh, oh

Tracking scents like a hound dog hunting party

That catches you and brings you to my little black heart

A blank slate in the water with nothing sinking in

And I just keep repeating whatever goddamn thing

I try to trim some fat from the evening

Throw some meat to the wolves gathered 'round

Oh, I still get discouraged

'Cause it’s just slowing me down

Everybody got their own thing

What’s mine is yours and yours is nothing

Everybody got their own thing

What’s mine is mine and I got something

And even if you’re nowhere to be found

I have been searching from the start, oh, oh, oh

Time will set the trap as strong as I was

That catches you and brings you to my little black heart