King Of King's
REVIVAL
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Well I kicked the dead leaves in my old shoes
Just thinking about you and the stupid blues
You can't decipher two quarters and a dime
No second guess this time
It's a better end than this crap of mine
You're the star in our eyes from the start
Bare wind, but I know it wasn't safe
And I'm gone so I sleep to leave it in
You got a pencil pump in your hand
You said you said slang
You drink your reason in season
Need a guillotine to pilot
A gas tank wide
Set up your rounds
Have a good little fame
And watch as it burns to the ground
And won't make a sound
The ruins look magic, majestic in snow
But the devil's got your toes
And there's a foul smell in your nose
You ask for Saint Christopher's blessing
I know that you can't fool the rose
And clearly it shows on you
The king of king spells
Well now this is
An ounce of the sour juice
There's a me and a mirror
As the wild and southern never use
And I'm not this good
Being left behind
Using up my lifeline
Playing the hook around this path of mine
And then stop and slow motion
The queen's lost her devotion
Now you're drowning in gold
Like a tire fire losing your manhood
When you were so sure it was well understood
That you were special and wise
And we loved the surprise and the tragedy
Please don't think you're fooling me
With your hand fisted handshake
Who did it at daybreak
I could see the reaction
For your dumb satisfaction
Yeah you're all hands untied
And your words are all lies
So shut up, leave me alone
I'm not your old friend
And there's an element you own
And sad things that you don't seem to remember
Call your reasons you surrender
But this feeling is mine
I might be out of time
Leading on my hammer
But it's still good high
I've seen all you got
And it don't build to much
Yes it ever sets a touch so beloved
Go build up your temples
And watch as they burn to the ground
And won't make it round
The ruins look magic, majestic in snow
But the devil's got your toes
And there's a foul smell in your nose
You ask for Saint Christopher's blessing
I know that you can't fool the rose
And clearly it shows on you
The king of king spells
The ruins look magic, majestic in snow
But the devil's got your toes
And there's a foul smell in your nose
You ask for Saint Christopher's blessing
I know that you can't fool the rose
And clearly it shows on you
The king of king spells