Shoot The Singer (1 Sick Verse)

Lyrics

[Verse] Someone took in these pants Somebody painted over paint Painted wood And where he stood No one stands It's been said he's sitting now In the churning land Oh, I've seen saints But remember I forgot to flag 'em down When they pass And in the morning light You hold that ashtray tight You can put it out But I can't put it out My hand shook Down and out I've got the blisters of the world World knew I named a book after you So look up and watch the camera lens When the risers fade Slow it down Song is sacred And brother You're a hunter And you're right at home And in the morning light I'll hold my ashtray tight I can take it down And you can't take it down Ta-da-da-da, ta-da-da Ta-da-da-da, ta-da-da Ta-da-da-da, ta-da-da Ta-da-da-da, ta-da-da Ta-da-da-da, ta-da-da Ta-da-da-da, ta-da Don't go, don't go Oh, don't, oh, don't What I've done Don't expect Don't expect Don't expect Don't expect Don't expect Don't expect Don't expect