- Doomtree A Hundred Fathers 歌詞
- Doomtree
- Now this new jack is hitting the old road going for broke
Wrangling wild horses with my toes in the rope
Holding a smoke I lay back and enjoy the drag,
I may be broke praise the fact that I play the flag
Burners off freights make it hard to watch the road sometimes
Looking for a place to stay in barbershops with open signs
Soaked in wine booze smoke and wisdom
Now I'm in the right mood to hold the rhythm
Or hold some wholesome women
Pick up the old six string and write a song for Folsom Prison
But I never shot a man and I never been to Reno
Guess I 'm better off the man with plans to pen it towards Toledo
There's a bed under this monster, who wears the heads of a hundred fathers and lets the thunder kiss it's water works nightstalker walkin dead with other offers
There's a bed under this monster, who wears the heads of a hundred fathers and lets the thunder kiss it's water works nightstalker walkin dead with other offers
My rudders locked for the evening, ship still sailing crushing into docks while I'm sleeping don' t mock the meaning and I won't stop dreaming while I'm off eating more then I can fit my mouth around. This sound is lost its leaning often feeding on its own young so what's the cost of fleeing if you don't run . Now no one is as beautiful as the rainy season making love to a funeral for the dead dreamers and the slave drivers this is Cecil Otter forever fever for the cave lifers and the stage divers and the cage fighters
Like this oak sleeps in the acorn
That ghost sleeps in the newborn
I slit the throats to keep my cave warm
In hopes it keeps the true form somber
There's a bed under this monster, who wears the heads of a hundred fathers and lets the thunder kiss it's water works nightstalker walkin dead with other offers
There's a bed under this monster, who wears the heads of a hundred fathers and lets the thunder kiss it's water works nightstalker walkin dead
This house is haunted
It was built over buried axes
This couch I'm on it still sober barely active carry caskets that some are calling dead weight the rub the fallin type eatin dough before the bread bakes. My head aches and it pains me to medicate it but until I learn to brave the road alone I will stay dedicated If my bed is made with audience in mind it will most likely fight me off with the fist of time. I don't miss the finer things in life anymore designer rings were just knives ready for the kill ready for the score how many whore their skill how many warm their soul with the will of an author
There's a bed under this monster, who wears the heads of a hundred fathers and lets the thunder kiss it's water works night stalker walkin dead with other offers
There's a bed under this monster, who wears the heads of a hundred fathers and lets the thunder kiss it's water works night stalker walkin dead with other offers
This oak sleeps in the acorn that ghost sleeps in the newborn. I slit the throats to keep my cave warm in hopes it keeps the true form somber
This oak sleeps in the acorn that ghost sleeps in the newborn. I slit the throats to keep my cave warm in hopes it keeps the true form
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