Paroles de 'Penance Fire Blues' par Bobby Long

I see papers and papers
Stacked up in formation
Which mean much before
They're lined in the fire

As a bottomless heat goes
To harness your anger
Your blood and
Your deepest desire

Because there's no truth stolen
That's been ever brought forward
From the minds of the rioters
Looking face down on the gutter

Cause this world's full of thinkers
And suffragette speakers
Who deny that they ever wear a dress
Oh this god forsaken town's in a mess

And all the truths we let out loose
Is desperate to amuse
As it grabs you by the throat
And strings out all the times you've used

But now you don't belong
Whisper when you speak
You turn yourself to nighttime
Trying to find your feet

Oh let me run lord (lord lord lord)
Run lord, let me run
So let me run lord (lord lord lord)
Run lord, let me run

But as the morning awakens
That light sends a shudder
Twist of hope that held you down
Is left to rest and stir

You back down a hallway
To flourish the darkness
And you fool yourself
You did it all for her
And him, and her

And all the truths we let out loose
Is desperate to amuse
As it grabs you by the throat
And strings out all the times you've used

But now you don't belong
Whisper when you speak
You turn yourself to nighttime
Trying to find your feet
Trying to find your feet now

Run lord (lord lord lord)
Run lord, let me run
Oh let me run lord (lord lord lord)
Run lord, let me run

Seen your face before
Rich boy playing poor
Ravaging the whores
Ignoring constant calls

Now you don't belong
Whisper when you speak
You turn yourself to nighttime
Trying to find your feet

Run lord (lord lord lord)
Run lord, let me run
Let me run lord (lord lord lord)
Run lord, let me run
Run lord (lord lord lord)
Run lord, let me run