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The Devil Makes Three - Man Tap lyrics
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, smoke before 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 to 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 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 so many more. You just stay with me lost daughters and sons. Drink a little, smoke before 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, There’s going to be, there's going to be so many more Happiness, now what is this, just a ghost trapped shadow wrapped in choking chains? a beast that's seldom heard and seen, except inside of our mis-wired brains Top of the ladder, bottom of the barrel, both feel like they can’t be stashed 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, smoke before the barrel of the gun Them troubles outside of my door There ain’t no way to add them up there's going to DC 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, |
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