Lyrics:
When I was young and heaven-sent
It never mattered where I went
I never knew back then a wound that wouldn't heal
I never walked in Potter's Field
The evil eyes watching you sleep
One almost killed you in your crib
Those feed them selves black memories
They are the ones in potter's field
Worst
used to sleep
Saw the ghost side of the land as the sun went down on me
At potter's field is where you find me
Beneath the oak trees and the moon I nest
the poverty dwelling
The story that the pottery telling
You find all in potter's field
Or the government files
Some say the Government will watch me
But they
dancing in his crown
Running from the sound
While everyone around gathers in a potter's field
All that remains after the fray is a shallow resting place
to burn
Bastard son, your saving grace
Left alone I found my place
I find love in what I steal
You should of left me rest in Potters Field
I was told
Manipulated into his deception
The heel to blame
The rube with no redemption
Judas hung himself
Judas hung himself
In the old potter's
field of clay
From
would sleep all the time
In a potters field, they say Judas lost his mind
Jesus Christ, I wanna be just fine
wanna feel just fine
Reading treasure
It looked like the potter's field for Doc
That caused us some alarm
Till someone 'membered the family graveyard
Out on the Simmons farm
Old doc
their dead
She lay on the cold marble slab at the marque
Thousands viewed her but none knew her name
They will lay her to rest in Potter's Field
slaying
Demons with the words wield
Graceful with the pen
But im not asking for a writers guild
In this potters field witch is
Filled to the brim
The days
out
And he's faded with the years
A red hand in the cookie jar
A foot in potter's field
His face was waiting for a number
His fate was aching to be
thrill
We shoot to kill, blood spill for that dollar bill
Your body parts'll be landfilled in Potter's Field
You ain't really real, you bust when
they saw gave their hearts a pull
Cause beside each debtor's name Ol' Doc had written "Paid in full"
Well it looked like the potter's field for Doc
And pulled a gypsy switch
Out on the edge of Potter's Field
The in-vetted
Sand, it starts to steal (solar peace)
Dirt and ice imbed in cheeks (well, it swirls and sweeps)
In the potter's field (you just set it)
was told to burn
Bastard son, your saving grace
Left alone I found my place
I find love in what I steal
You should of left me rest in Potters
EM GRILL EM, GRILL EM!
I will pop you while I'm popping a pop-a-wheel
Paid In Full not the deal...put him in Potter's Field
[Hook: JR Writer]
DON'T
the window romanticizing the potters field
Not sorry, but I never really was a leader
Found money in the speaker, bought lower Manhattan pizza
You meet
In dirt in other potter's fields
Above them, parades
Mark the passing of days
Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel
Where
different is growing
[Chorus: x4]
Lazarus on down
One eyed crow
Tapping on a windowpane
Little boy raised a cup
In cyaphast's name
The potter's
men
The death of debtors he won't forgive
They repossess his silver eyes, now in the potter's field he lies
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
men
The death of debtors he won't forgive
They repossess his silver eyes, now in the potter's field he lies
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
towers
Banking on the drought banking on the tower
Opaque spurs, I've defeated every crypt
In the potter's field of Machuca
Calling from
.jpg/287px-Tommy_Potter,_Charlie_Parker_and_max_Raoch,_Three_Deuces,_NYC,_ca._August_1947._(Gottlieb).jpg "Tommy Potter")
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