Defeater - No Guilt lyrics
[Defeater - No Guilt lyrics]
Standing at the edge
Rust and green of the bridges reflecting
Toying with the depths
The water's blue looks a little too distant
Thinks of the pistol instead
Eyes it over and breathes in the salt air
Barrel to his head
Pulls the trigger and everything quiets
The card cheat stands
Looming over the dealer still bleeding
Switchblade in hand
Aims to cut out his winnings
It’s a liar's prize
A falsehood for the bastard to brag on
His blade takes an eye and off the edge
To the river no shame, no guilt and no grace
Cheat heads back to the Coin
Downs a drink and calls a
Hand with the bookie
Stares him dead to rights
Puts the eye on the table and leaves
No shame, no guilt and no grace
No shame, no guilt and no grace
No father should bury a son
No matter his sins
Misgivings or the things he's done
That man lives with a price on his head
No matter where he hides
Wears his debt like a hanging hex
No shame, no guilt and no grace
No matter his sins
Misgivings or the things he’s done
No shame, no guilt and no grace
No matter where he hides
Wears his debt like a hanging hex
A new face comes to call
Asking where she can get what she's needing
A man of the cloth in tow
Head upstairs to silence their longing
No shame, no guilt and no grace
Rust and green of the bridges reflecting
Toying with the depths
The water's blue looks a little too distant
Thinks of the pistol instead
Eyes it over and breathes in the salt air
Barrel to his head
Pulls the trigger and everything quiets
The card cheat stands
Looming over the dealer still bleeding
Switchblade in hand
Aims to cut out his winnings
It’s a liar's prize
A falsehood for the bastard to brag on
His blade takes an eye and off the edge
To the river no shame, no guilt and no grace
Cheat heads back to the Coin
Downs a drink and calls a
Hand with the bookie
Stares him dead to rights
Puts the eye on the table and leaves
No shame, no guilt and no grace
No shame, no guilt and no grace
No father should bury a son
No matter his sins
Misgivings or the things he's done
That man lives with a price on his head
No matter where he hides
Wears his debt like a hanging hex
No shame, no guilt and no grace
No matter his sins
Misgivings or the things he’s done
No shame, no guilt and no grace
No matter where he hides
Wears his debt like a hanging hex
A new face comes to call
Asking where she can get what she's needing
A man of the cloth in tow
Head upstairs to silence their longing
No shame, no guilt and no grace