martes, 19 de abril de 2011
My hand to God I didn't mean to
After all look what we've been through
Men come in different shades
That's how we're made
The little house on Ellis Drive is where I felt most alive
The oak tree covered that old Ford
I miss it Lord, I miss it Lord
These blood red eyes don't see so good
But what's worse is if they could, would I change my ways?
Wasted times and broken dreams, violent colors so obscene
It's all I see these days, these days
Watch what you say, the devil is listenin'
He's got ears that you wouldn't believe
And brother once you go to him it's your soul you can never retrieve