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Way down feat. Ben Weaver
Boozoo Bajou
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Bad day shadows my flow.
Troubles of this world
A hard path to my door.
Walking through the streets
Tail lights bleeding all over my feet.
Wind like a rusted razor cuttin' lines in my face this deep
I see a reborn ghost. And every passing glance
Some things can't be held no matter how firm your grasp.
You'll never find religion in a perfectly clean soul.
You'll never find religion in a bottom of a bucket with a big ole' hole.
Clogged arteries,
This world keeps time with no beating heart.
I see it everywhere I go brother how it tears us all apart.
There's less space in each of our souls than on a Manhattan subway car at rush hour.
If you wanna buy back a little mercy you better first look at the price you gotta pay.
Missed her so much that you been sleeping in her shoes.
You ain't go the blues brother, cause it's the blues that got you.
You can't find religion, not in a perfectly clean soul.
You can't find religion at the bottom of abucket with big ole' hole.
Jack of diamons buried deep up my longest sleeve.
Through the rain and ghetto cross the rotting concrete.
I go there to find my people, say a prayer upon their sins.
The virgin Mary, she got a supple bosom and fresh ink in her skin.
Alone in the crowd here,
Across your forehead fallin like a
Dark ribbon in a highway opening up.
Swinging a hammer in society's dark chaingang.
I coulda sworn i hear somebody say.
You'll never find religion in a perfectly clean soul.
I said you ain't never gonna find religion
Unless you got a bucket with a big fat hole.
Never find religion, not in a perfectly clean soul
You never find religion
Not in a perfectly clean soul
You never find a religion
Unless it's at the bottom
Of a bucket with a big ole' hole
Can't find religion
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