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Hacienda Whiskey
02:26
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I'm working sixty hours a week now,
I'm breaking my frail, old back.
The stress has made me take up smoking,
I worked my way up to a pack.
Well my eyes are dark and cold,
And girl, you are so warm,
But not like what's inside my glass.
When that whiskey's on the counter,
It feels like every hour might be the last.
When you're sitting in your church pew,
Oh boy, you don't know what to do,
You're thinking about the past.
And when I start to think of you,
I'll hope and pray for someone new,
And crawl back into bed with my old flask.
I wake up before the sun now,
With a little help from Jack and Coke.
I'm driving before the morning,
I feel like my life's a joke.
Well Judas knocked on my front door,
Said he's tired and he's sore,
But I'd rather sit and watch him choke.
When that whiskey's on the table,
I feel I might be able to make it last.
But when I start to come unglued,
I found the things I thought I knew
Would all come to pass.
And when I start to think like you,
Death will come, and Judas too,
And crawl into my grave with my old flask.
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2. |
Buried in the Creek
04:06
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You swallow bullets, like your pride.
You are the stones around my neck.
Ankle deep, with the monsters of the sea,
You are the father I never met.
Phaethon, fall into the river.
I'm so far from the sun, you can feel me shiver.
With the breeze in your hair,
Well, smoke's dancing in the air.
Fire from the sky is raining down.
Your funeral's marching down the street.
We're keeping time with blistered hands and tired feet.
A burning drink, it turns into a lake.
These promises, they were meant to break.
Phaethon, fall into the river.
I'm so far from the sun, you can feel me shiver.
With the breeze in your hair,
Well, smoke's dancing in the air.
Fire from the sky is raining down.
Drag your shoes across the floor,
These hollow voices are wanting more.
The Moon it stares and disapproves,
The Sun is shining down for you.
Phaethon, fall into the river.
I'm so far from the sun, you can feel me shiver.
With the breeze in your hair,
Well, smoke's dancing in the air.
Fire from the sky is raining down.
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3. |
Gospel Ears
03:41
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The whiskey, it slides down my throat,
Drink so much that I cannot float,
I'll use it as my excuse for why I'm alone.
And my breath feels like fire on your neck,
Burning a hole in your chest,
And I'll use it as my excuse for why I'm alone.
Bring this rapture down,
In this sea I'll drown.
The mess that you made
Only turned out this way
'Cause you left it in our hands.
The Earth will split and divide,
Drag you down, deeper inside.
I'll use it as my excuse for why I'm alone.
And God will laugh in my face
When He see's my sadness in place,
And I'll use it as my excuse for why I'm alone.
And these gospel ears will hear
The bells of death and fear,
And I'll use it as my excuse for why I'm alone.
And these drunken, mournful tears
Roll down my cheeks for years,
And I'll use it as my excuse for why I'm alone.
Bring this rapture down,
In this sea I'll drown.
The mess that you made
Only turned out this way
'Cause you left it in our hands.
The mess that you made
Only turned out this way
'Cause you left it in our hands.
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4. |
Thine Eyes
03:16
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These hands are getting tired of playing the same old chords.
This mouth is getting weary, may I borrow yours?
These bones will turn to dust, I'll slip between the boards.
These eyes are always open, always wanting more.
I'd climb through the ceiling
To find the answers in my mind,
But the roof holds me down
Against the walls.
These crooked politicians are burning in the lake.
The lawless judges serve the same eternal fate.
This house of God is darker than the river banks.
These poison arrows pierce the heart of love and hate.
I'd climb through the ceiling
To find the answers in my mind,
But the roof holds me down
Against the walls.
I'd dig my grave,
Just to find you in the way
Of me and time,
But I ain't sleeping.
The mark behind your hair is damning to the touch.
Thine eyes deceiving me, tempting all too much.
These hands have killed a man, they killed his family too.
These eyes are always open, always watching you.
I'd climb through the ceiling
To find the answers in my mind,
But the roof holds me down
Against the walls.
I'd dig my grave,
Just to find you in the way
Of me and time,
But I ain't sleeping.
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The Ghost of Sister Mary
03:20
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You ride a dark horse in the field,
Spreading your plagues with the sword that you wield.
The dead will rise out of their graves,
The mouth of Hell will swallow the waves.
Oh, the end is marching on,
The pestilence will swallow you,
And wish that you were wrong.
This retribution is so swift,
They're a-coming with knives in every shift.
These levees are bursting at the seams,
This is the end, or so it seems.
Oh, the end is marching on,
The pestilence will swallow you,
And wish that you were wrong.
John the Revelator warned me and you
To kick the dust of sin up off our shoes,
But I was warned of men like you,
You lie and steal to take what you choose.
Oh, the angel's are marching on,
The sound of bells will frighten you,
And wish that you were wrong.
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6. |
There Was A Flood
03:28
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Hey babe, the river's rising,
Go roll up your jeans,
Put some sandbags around the house,
The water's looking mean.
Grab your pictures and grab your jewels,
I'll grab the gun and pack some tools.
I haven't seen the creek this high
Since I was seventeen.
And there was a flood,
I hope you swim better than you lie.
And it was the sound
Of your breathless sigh,
"You are the flood."
Do you remember the ring on your finger
When you're lying next to him?
Were you lying when you said
"It won't happen again"?
If God made hope for sorry fools,
I'll throw out all your precious jewels,
And wade into the waters of
Death and sin.
And there was a flood,
I hope you swim better than you lie.
And it was the sound
Of your breathless sigh,
"You are the flood."
And there was a flood,
I hope you swim better than you lie.
And it was the sound
Of your breathless sigh,
"You are the flood."
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