Song | Gallows |
Artist | Brown Bird |
Album | The Devil Dancing |
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Black blood red sky | |
And a belly all full of fire | |
Why I ask why | |
I don’t know, I grow so tired | |
Of the battle of wrong and right | |
That’s waged inside | |
Every time you speak your mind | |
We’re the same damn kind | |
Or don’t you know | |
With the devil’s eyes and a dagger tongue | |
You fill the sky above us with the sound | |
Of fatal words like fire flung | |
From a careless bow | |
I grow so tired | |
Of the battle of wrong and right | |
That’s waged inside | |
Every time you speak your mind | |
We’re the same damn kind | |
Or don’t you know | |
We all walk down to the hill | |
Where the gallows are swinging still | |
Nooses still clenched tight | |
‘Round the necks of 10 million ghosts | |
They whisper don’t forget us | |
But don’t forget to keep moving on | |
We’re the same damn kind | |
Or don’t you know | |
Black blood red sky | |
And belly all full of fire | |
Why I ask why | |
I don’t know, I grow so tired | |
Of the battle of wrong and right | |
That’s waged inside | |
Every time you speak your mind |
Black blood red sky | |
And a belly all full of fire | |
Why I ask why | |
I don' t know, I grow so tired | |
Of the battle of wrong and right | |
That' s waged inside | |
Every time you speak your mind | |
We' re the same damn kind | |
Or don' t you know | |
With the devil' s eyes and a dagger tongue | |
You fill the sky above us with the sound | |
Of fatal words like fire flung | |
From a careless bow | |
I grow so tired | |
Of the battle of wrong and right | |
That' s waged inside | |
Every time you speak your mind | |
We' re the same damn kind | |
Or don' t you know | |
We all walk down to the hill | |
Where the gallows are swinging still | |
Nooses still clenched tight | |
' Round the necks of 10 million ghosts | |
They whisper don' t forget us | |
But don' t forget to keep moving on | |
We' re the same damn kind | |
Or don' t you know | |
Black blood red sky | |
And belly all full of fire | |
Why I ask why | |
I don' t know, I grow so tired | |
Of the battle of wrong and right | |
That' s waged inside | |
Every time you speak your mind |
Black blood red sky | |
And a belly all full of fire | |
Why I ask why | |
I don' t know, I grow so tired | |
Of the battle of wrong and right | |
That' s waged inside | |
Every time you speak your mind | |
We' re the same damn kind | |
Or don' t you know | |
With the devil' s eyes and a dagger tongue | |
You fill the sky above us with the sound | |
Of fatal words like fire flung | |
From a careless bow | |
I grow so tired | |
Of the battle of wrong and right | |
That' s waged inside | |
Every time you speak your mind | |
We' re the same damn kind | |
Or don' t you know | |
We all walk down to the hill | |
Where the gallows are swinging still | |
Nooses still clenched tight | |
' Round the necks of 10 million ghosts | |
They whisper don' t forget us | |
But don' t forget to keep moving on | |
We' re the same damn kind | |
Or don' t you know | |
Black blood red sky | |
And belly all full of fire | |
Why I ask why | |
I don' t know, I grow so tired | |
Of the battle of wrong and right | |
That' s waged inside | |
Every time you speak your mind |