I can't get it right

The skin’s raw on my fingertips
and I can’t get it right.
Blood, it stains the guitar strings
and I can’t get it right.
Looking for that fabled chord
and I can’t get it right.
searching for those magic words
and I can’t get it right.

Teach my skeletons to dance
so I can get it right.
My demons play a game of chance
so I might get it right.
Reading from forbidden pages
I can’t get it right.
Cut my soul until it rages
I can’t get it right.

     Sing me some old gospel tunes
     pass the bread and wine
     beneath the sad spray-painted runes
     of a pagan’s lullaby.
     Do un to you, do un to me
     until we’re both undone,
     and we’ll catch the next damn miracle
     at a side show on the run.

From witching hour to the break of dawn
I can’t get it right.
All the trips that I’ve been on
and I still can’t get it right.
Drunk beside a strangers grave
‘cause I can’t get it right.
Ignore the stone says: Jesus saves
I can’t get it right.

Mutilated, I might be a freak
and maybe get it right:
lost somewhere near nod and tweak
I could get it right.
Fuck anyone who’ll fuck me back
and I might get it right.
Change my ways and write a tract
you’ll say I got it right.