martes, 19 de abril de 2011

I miss it Lord

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

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