Lyrics:
sang a special solo song in church one Sunday morn
And I was plumbin' barest to my skin
I hit a high and turn around and as sure as I was burn
Two
There was an old woman all skin and bones
Ooh ooh ooh
She lived down by the old graveyard
Ooh ooh ooh
One night she thought she'd take a walk
mirror
Watch swollen, pale skin decompose
Smell of putrid mildew
Sense the presence of hungry crows
Poisoned by foes
Caught in death throes
Nose starts
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak
sins away on Sunday morning
6 foot box
6 feet down
My skin rots
My skull drowns
In Sour blood
cnd Foul thoughts
The Deeper I sink
The key is turned
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that
Some people says the man's made out of mud,
Some people says of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bone,
A mind that's week and a back
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that
Used to call me Push ‘cause
I pushed by the quarter
Used to push keys ‘til the D's pushed harder
Push "start" – push buttons, start the car up
Push
Me and my guitar play my way
It makes them frown
The little pieces by the highway
Bring me down
Mine is not a heart of a stone
I am only skin
to pieces
Looking for artificial insemination
Scrape, scrape the skin off your bones.
Inemissive preabduction
Totally artificial insemination
So cold
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that
fight, yeah
Who shot who and who fired first?
Dripping death to wet the blood thirst
No radar lock on skin and bone
The bomber boys are going home
-- the color of your skin
Black was the color of your hair
Your earthly days have passed you by
Where, oh where, oh where did you go
When they took
fight, yeah
Who shot who and who fired first?
Dripping death to wet the blood thirst
No radar lock on skin and bone
The bomber boys are going home
just skin and bones
Well now, I love her and she loves me
Oh, how happy now we gotta be
Makin' love underneath the apple tree
Well, I told her momma
Some people say man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bone
A mind that's a-weak
is ignored
Blaring on no one survives
Wrath is on everyone dies
Bone exposed
Bone exposed
Bone exposed
Extinguish all life, this sin by my
of your pictures down
Tonight, the curtain falls
By starlight, it's over
Rub the pain and I derail
Skin so sweet that I turn pale
A loss for words
Crawling home with the headlights on
We scrape the skin from bone and disregard
The city is our guide
The city is our guide
Here is my voice
of Blanco Morte
A lurking desert menace
Gnawing on gringo bones
My love for you steals my fear
Damned for our fathers' sins
We might die in the chaparral
By
Gonna lay my burden down
Lay my body in the ground
Cold clay against my skin
But I don't care at all
Can't seem to find my piece of mind
So
the flaw
I shift the blame
To the worm in the bottle
I shift the blame
To anyone standing before me
Silk skin paws
Hang by both feet
Embracing
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