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D'you still dread the morning, all its force and light? Wake up every hour, scream out in the night You can't understand what went wrong with this land Tilt back the bottle, hold my selfish hand. Shit'll kill ya But Jesus took the fall, mhmm Lay down in the fog Hallelujah, good seein' ya, I was the fortified wall Wake up, Mary-Anna, tie your shoes up very well I've come to tell you how the quiet nation fell Hallelujah, good seein' ya I ride the Old Swingin' Bell And if the Swingin' Bell goes wandering by Get exposed to my stereo light And if the old Father tells ya, "The great receiver won't receive ya" Believe what you like, but when I saw with my own eyes He said, "We all go out together, it just happens on different nights" Old Swingin' Bell, Old Swingin' Bell When will you tell all that you know? Want to make it hopeless, crawl into your shell? Find a friend to push ya down into the well If you can't understand what went wrong with this land Tilt back the bottle, drive into the Grand Canyon silver Where Jesus took his fall so well Bide your time in hell Hallelujah, good seein' ya I'll ride the Old Swingin' Bell And if the Swingin' Bell goes wandering by Get exposed to my stereo light And if the old Father tells ya, "The great receiver won't receive ya" Believe what you like, but when I saw with my own eyes He said, "We all go out together, it just happens on different nights" Old Swingin' Bell, Old Swingin' Bell When will you tell all that you know?
Writer(s): Andy C. Jenkins, Andrew Johnson, Joseph James Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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