Lirik

You may be sitting outside, now, just feeling like you're bullet proof Turns out you ain't doing a god damn thing, brown-bagging outside of that telephone booth All the times it seems so hard, just to get your hands upon the pouring rain Soon as you feel yourself crawl back up, you're on your way back down again You just pray with me, lost daughters and sons Drink a little, smoking for the barrel of the gun Them troubles outside of my door There ain't no way to add them up there's going to be so many more. You just stay with me lost daughters and sons, Ain't nobody leaving until this bottle is done Them troubles outside of my door There ain't no way to add them up there's going to be, There's going to be, there's going to be so many more. Now like steeds, they surely got the power, transform a creature of the sky to a creature of the land It only takes just one card to either make or break a great hand You could be making so much noise then all of sudden smack, not a single sound Seems like a hand sweeps out of the sky and introduces your body to the grit of the ground You just pray with me, lost daughters and sons Drink a little, smoking for the barrel of the gun Them troubles outside of my door There ain't no way to add them up there's going to be so many more. You just stay with me lost daughters and sons, Ain't nobody leaving until this bottle is done Them troubles outside of my door There ain't no way to add them up there's going to be, There's going to be, there's going to be so many more. Happiness, now what is this, just a ghost wrapped shadow wrapped in choking chains A beast that's seldom heard and seen, except inside of our miswired brains Top of the ladder, bottom of the barrel, both feel like they can't be satisfied Some cross with a dime, some leave with a dollar, both got nothing on the other side You just pray with me, lost daughters and sons Drink a little, smoking for the barrel of the gun Them troubles outside of my door There ain't no way to add them up there's going to be so many more. You just stay with me lost daughters and sons, Ain't nobody leaving until this bottle is done Them troubles outside of my door There ain't no way to add them up there's going to be, There's going to be, there's going to be so many more.
Writer(s): Peter Bernhard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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