Guess I'll walk my ass downtown I'm so sick and tired of feeling lonely Come on up from underground Maybe this time I will find my one and only
Got an angel on my left Whispering sweet nothings to me Got the devil on my right Says look who's back up on the scene
So I duck in to a dive Two tens and a five‘s all I got on me I sit down for a spell Best I just drink from the well For the money
A sin for a sin A heart for a heart Don't know if I'll stay long Seems like a damn good place to start
The sun crashes into night Borracho to my right His red eyes on me Says his name Jesus The devil‘s off the noose And coming for me
I order one more round Shake my head in disbelief Start thinking to myself This is a place you'll never leave
He's heading for the door He floats across the floor Like an angel Crown of thorns goes up in flames Laughing and deranged like the devil
Collapses at the Jukebox Praying hands upon his knees Cries the last call to heaven Was in nineteen eighty three
Compositor: Jacob Aaron Smith (The White Buffalo) (ASCAP)Editores: Ruminating Music (ASCAP), The White Buffalo International (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #17891095 em 05/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM