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Song written by John Goodblood
Performed by John Goodblood & The Vultures.
Produced by Ricardo Tapia.
Mixed and Mastered by Martin Herrero.

lyrics

Woman lost a bad bet. Rhyming on a silhouette.
Trialed like an 18th century black witch on a crosshead.
Get on with the lost son.
Right con to the wrong song.
Shots of desire.
Singing the man with his choir.

You do what you gotta do.
Your will to survive
Will keep your feet thumping
Kicking the vultures aside
Now there’s another man riding you not as well as I.
Try to keep a dirty thought from a dirtier mind.

But you can’t. You know why?
There’s a chance I might die
Leaving you B. Can’t break free from these chains.
Whatever you seek from my pain.

Tears on my shoulder like a desert gone dry.
Wish I could hold her. Girl was keeping me high.

The water’s poisoned in my paradise.
Lose my composure without my disguise.

I had a lot I could call my own.
But now it’s picking my bones.
If I could get up and find my legs, I’d leave you alone.
In the day time with the moonshine.
There’s a chain gang tied to my mind.
I’m unable to save.
Since I’m just one of those slaves.

The scars that we leave, they ain’t so easy to bind.
There’s a thread that you weave that made a seeing man blind.
Soon after, six women with some crooked ass minds.
They made me that after all I got the dirt in my kind.

So I pray to the Lord.
You won’t leave this sore.
You’ll be the last rose I pick
Cause your thorn cut to my blood spitting core.

Tears on my shoulder like a desert gone dry.
Wish I could hold her. Girl was keeping me high.
The water’s poisoned in my paradise.
Lose my composure without my disguise.

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from Bad Lands, released June 18, 2016

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