Lost Dog Street Band - Hayden's Lament lyrics
[Lost Dog Street Band - Hayden's Lament lyrics]
Treat you like a jagged knife on a newborns skin
Keep composed cause no one knows the kind of mess you're in
And are you sure the hurt will cure your penchant for the sin
And I'm wide awake, I'm pumping blood, I cursed my cards into doves
And filled my wounds with salt and mud, cause your'e getting dead or getting tough
A king is crowned for the underground with every dawns ascent
You must choose the type of muse you force upon a friend
Coming down off every town is an awful way to live
But you can't use your OD blues to straighten out your bends
And I'm wide awake, I'm pumping blood, I cursed my cards into doves
And filled my wounds with salt and mud, cause your'e getting dead or getting tough
And I'm wide awake, I'm pumping blood, I cursed my cards into doves
And filled my wounds with salt and mud, cause your'e getting dead or getting tough
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