Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Billy Franks.
Boy, those lyrics are sharp.
I only had to be cut once to know how to bleed
I know why we tend to love most those who know
How to leave
and
Take my hand and let me tell you
All but my love will soon be gone
And the exit wound will be quick and clean
So the sacred art of leaving passes on.
That’s one I owe to Mr. Brookmyre.
(Song pulled from here.)
