John Mark McMillan - Belly Of The Lion lyrics
[John Mark McMillan - Belly Of The Lion lyrics]
Dance the dance we call living and dying
In the valley of the city
In the belly of a lion
Work all week long, all week long
You can lose your soul
In the concrete riverbeds
Rolling with the flow of the
Currents of the walking dead
Five o'clock comes and you're a rolling stone
Days like these we've got
Nothing to sing about
Days like these I don't know
What I think about
Days like these who would have known
Days like these I've got
Nothing to sing about
Days like these I don't know
What I think about
Days like these who would have known
Listen to the rhythm of the pawn show shore
It's got you falling off your hinges
Like that old screen porch
It's the interstate slipping in
Your pores again you can ride the vein from
The corner store to Amsterdam
You can bleed the train from
The courthouse to the Vatican
But Friday she's a ghost and gonna
Slip right through your hands again
Days like these I've got
Nothing to sing about
Days like these I don't know
What I think about
Days like these who would have known
Days like these I don't know
What I think about days like these I've got
Nothing to sing about
Days like these who would have known
Dance the dance we call living and dying
In the valley of the city
In the belly of a lion
Work all week long, all week long
You can lose your soul
In the concrete riverbeds
Rolling with the flow of the
Currents of the walking dead
But five o'clock comes and
You're a rolling stone
Days like these I've got
Nothing to sing about
Days like these I don't know
What I think about
Days like these who would have known
Days like these I don't know
What I think about days like these I've got
Nothing to sing about
Days like these who would have known
In the valley of the city
In the belly of a lion
Work all week long, all week long
You can lose your soul
In the concrete riverbeds
Rolling with the flow of the
Currents of the walking dead
Five o'clock comes and you're a rolling stone
Days like these we've got
Nothing to sing about
Days like these I don't know
What I think about
Days like these who would have known
Days like these I've got
Nothing to sing about
Days like these I don't know
What I think about
Days like these who would have known
Listen to the rhythm of the pawn show shore
It's got you falling off your hinges
Like that old screen porch
It's the interstate slipping in
Your pores again you can ride the vein from
The corner store to Amsterdam
You can bleed the train from
The courthouse to the Vatican
But Friday she's a ghost and gonna
Slip right through your hands again
Days like these I've got
Nothing to sing about
Days like these I don't know
What I think about
Days like these who would have known
Days like these I don't know
What I think about days like these I've got
Nothing to sing about
Days like these who would have known
Dance the dance we call living and dying
In the valley of the city
In the belly of a lion
Work all week long, all week long
You can lose your soul
In the concrete riverbeds
Rolling with the flow of the
Currents of the walking dead
But five o'clock comes and
You're a rolling stone
Days like these I've got
Nothing to sing about
Days like these I don't know
What I think about
Days like these who would have known
Days like these I don't know
What I think about days like these I've got
Nothing to sing about
Days like these who would have known