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The Devil Makes Three - Bangor Mash lyrics
Meet me down by the (mobile down'?) trees There's a thousand things you got to see to believe Come on, lay those bones down at my feet We're gonna look to the future, see what we see Man, I say you future looks pretty damn dim I couldn’t say if you're gonna sink or swim Give me five dollars and l'll sing you a song Gonna tell you something you knew all along That's, uh Yes, I know we all die at the end of the road Ain't nothin' round here you can hold Guess no, guess nobody knows That when I die, go back home Yes. I know we all die at the end of the road Ain't nothin' round here you can hold Can I go, just take my bones Scatter them from here back to my home Listen to me, now when I speak Say, I do my best talkin' when I’m fast asleep Come on and lay your head down next to mine You can listen to the spirits of the dead just fine…Oh… Come on, help me with these iron wings We're gonna fly so high we hear the angels sing Man, it feels good to have my feet off the ground I hope the good God Almighty that I never come down Yes. I know we all die at the end of the road Ain't nothin' round here you can hold Can I go, just take my bones Scatter them from here back to my home Yes, I know we all die at the end of the road Ain't nothin' round here you can hold When I go, just take my bones Scatter them from here back to my home |
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