The Hit

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Daughters - Rock, Art Punk

The Hit

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[Verse 1] A white man, a white suit, and a white horse Rides into town, he rides off of that dusty ol' trail He rides into town, not just any town. I'm talking d-e-a-d e-n-d Integrity and his heart on his sleeve He hopes they buy what he believes He hopes they buy what he believes He hopes they buy what he believes Believes [Verse 2] Every fool and every friend That's a population of one hundred and three A cure to their un-Christian like ways With a simple process of "drawing out" Through the hole in the top of the skull A snip, and then cut and a couple of knots tied off He offers to make them as good as new "Better than you're used to" [Verse 3] The locals didn't take kindly to this well intentioned man They don't want a hand out from him They take offence to a man coming into their town looking to tell right from wrong And it's said this thing went from bad to worse Well they string him up at the town hall And it seems our smart-ass should have kept along They should have kept along the trail Kept along, along, the trail [Chorus] Oh yeah, well it hit Oh yeah, oh yeah, well, it's a hit, yeah Well it hit Oh yeah, oh yeah, well, it's a hit, yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah, well it hit Oh yeah, oh yeah, well, it's a hit, yeah [Bridge] They tell him "The hands are the eyelids of the soul." "The hands are the eyelids of the soul." "The hands are the eyelids of the soul." "The hands are the eyelids of the soul." [Chorus] Well it hits Yeah, yeah, well it's a hit, yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah, well it hits Oh yeah, oh yeah, well it's a hit, oh yeah "The hands are the eyelids of the soul." Well it hit "The hands are the eyelids of the soul." Well, it's a hit, oh yeah "The hands are the eyelids of the soul." Well it hit "The hands are the eyelids of the soul." Well, it's a hit, oh yeah

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Credits

Writers
  • Samuel Walker
  • Nicholas Andrew Sadler
  • Jonathan Syverson
  • Alexis Marshall