Bobby Long - PENANCE FIRE BLUES Тексты

And I see papers and papers
Stacked up in formation
That mean much before
They're lining the fire

As the bottomless heat goes
To harness your anger
Your blood and
Your deepest desire

Because there's no truth stolen
That's been ever brought forward
By the minds of the writers
Looking face down on the gutter

'Cause this world's full of thinkers
And suffragette speakers
Who deny that they ever wear a dress
Oh, this god forsaken town is in a mess

And all the truths been let out loose
Is desperate to amuse
As it grabs you by the throat
And strings out all the times you've used

But now you don't belong
You whisper when you speak
You turn yourself to nighttime
You're trying to find your feet

So let me run, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Run
Lord, just let me run
So let me run, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, just let me run

But as the morning awakens
That light sends a shudder
The twist of hope that helped you down
Is left to rest and stir

You back down a hallway
To flourish the darkness
And fool yourself
You did it all for her
And him, and her

And all the truths been let out loose
Is desperate to amuse
As it grabs you by the throat
And strings out all the times you've used

But now you don't belong
You whisper when you speak
You turn yourself to nighttime
And you're trying to find your feet

So let me run, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Run
Lord, just let me run
So let me run, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, just let me run

But I've seen your face before
Rich boy playing poor
Ravaging the whores
Ignoring constant calls

Now you don't belong
You whisper when you speak
You turn yourself to nighttime
You're trying to find your feet

So let me run, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Run
Lord, just let me run
So let me run, Lord
Lord, Lord
Lord, just let me run
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