Gospel Music for the Coming Social War Lyrics & Tabs by Ramshackle Glory
Gospel Music for the Coming Social War
guitar chords lyrics
I was raised in the North underneath the pines
Where the pavement ends and police hide
Moved down and to the West were is so dry
That all the streets flood when it rains every time
I'll just sit here in the yard and hope that the power goes out
Cause this could be the time that it never comes back on and that would be that would be fine
And I swear to a god that I never planned, I never planned to believe in
I swear to a god that I never planned, I never planned to believe in
And if I ever drink again
It's going to kill me or I'm just gonna wish that it did
I'll tell you right now I didn't quit shooting dope
To watch the border patrol pull this shit unopposed
The South Side is a police state, that's not the type of thing I normally say
Because I hate it when our rhetoric exaggerates, but where I'm from the police kidnap people everyday
And I swear to a god that I never planned, I never planned to believe in
The South Side is a police state, that's not the type of thing I normally say
Because I hate it when our rhetoric exaggerates, but where I'm from the police kidnap people everyday
And I swear to a god that I never planned, I never planned to believe in
I swear to a god that I never planned, I never planned to believe in
Don't sleep at night until the last prison
Gets burnt down or turned into a museum
Don't breath until the last dollar bill they print
Gets tossed into a wood stove in New England
I couldn't leave my house today, I'm too terrified of market exchange
Nothing remains in the hands that made it
No one working for each other, everybody working for a wage
And I swear to a god that I never planned, I never planned to believe in
I swear to a god that I never planned, I never planned to believe in
From that point, drinking was not for partying anymore it was a six am, when I got off of work until about 12 in the afternoon.
Drinking until I passed out, woke up and went back to work.
I didn't have any money, I was eating a donut a day from change that I grabbed out from the couch.
I was extorted by an over the hill gangster named ¿Y-o?.
I got a DUI, Aggravated DUI, there was Vicodin involved.
So, I guess I'd like to tell a story.
So there was me and my friend, right.
We picked up a bunch of like oxycontin or something like that.
It was like all we could get, we didn't have a lot of money.
And we were splitting it.
80 or something.
All I had was the one rig and it was really old.
And I remember the whole night I was trying to shoot up cause it was like, it kept on getting clogged.
It wouldn't quite register and hit the vein.
It was maybe one of the second times, or third times that I cried in my adult life at something.
I really wanted, I mean I wanted to get high.
Have you ever swam down to the bottom of a swimming pool?
Swimming to the top, you don't get there quite as fast as you thought you would.
You have this thing that's like "get to the top" "get to the top" "
Find me some air, I need to breath." "
Find me some air, I need to breath"
