[Verse] Chiape said, “Boy, try it with a twist of lemon bright.” Nameless never questioned, thought it sounded right But the sour cut deep, burned his insides raw By the next day at Walmart, he broke every law [Instrumental: Dark resonator slide riff with heavy bends, harmonica sighs between phrases] [Verse] Crowds started screamin’, the air turned black and mean Nameless pushed through panic, runnin’ wild and obscene But in the bathroom mirror, he saw his own eyes cry Said, “Lord, why’d I trust that lemon, now my soul gonna die?” [Chorus] Oh, twist of lemon, cut me down so low Turned a man to poison, left him nowhere to go Now the Walmart’s empty, locked up tight with chains Nameless bears the sorrow, blues carved in his veins [Outro: Slide guitar wails long, bending notes like tears] [Harmonica fades with a mournful final breath] [end]
