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Matt Duke
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The Father, The Son, and the Harlot's Ghost
Under this tree Far away from this church and state is just you and me There's no need to watch our backs We'll just simply be Kiss me honey sweetly with our eyes closed
Words like a knife Cut my father's throat and he is seething in spite Threaten my poor mother so she kneels every night To a prized god divided in the fight
O' sweet thing Bombs away! And I'll say To you I leave a pox upon this awful place And for you I bleed
So string up my girl Deviant and faithless and a bane to your world Malintent with ignorance it's so absurd Worthless and you're worth it all the same もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
Starve in my cell Man is bound in shackles between heaven and hell Whether it's worth dying for is too soon to tell Bloody mouthed and screaning out her name
There was nothing left When you bred contempt in a shit town Turning your rats into killers So far gone Holy Father, I bit my tongue But Your good word's turning Your saints into sinners So far gone
Under this tree We grew roots and branches kept a hold of our leaves They will turn through seasons - And they'll fall to the feet Of the children that will come after us
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