Reverend Revolver by Bite The Buffalo Lyrics
I got a letter from a bird
Written with a feather, red wax, signed in blood
My hands and feet were tied up
Cast me off the bridge
May the river be the judge
My neighbors sent them on the hunt
Like a pack of dogs smellin' fear from the runt
Well, string me up and tie me to a tree
Watch the rope tighten as I'm kickin' my feet
If you mean somethin' to someone
Then please, get down on your knees
If you mean nothin' to someone
Then please, get down on your knees
It's your time to wake up
You think you're so free, knee-deep in the mud
You're neglecting to see the woods for the trees
Once they kill the black sheep
If you mean somethin' to someone
Then please, get down on your knees
If you mean nothin' to someone
Then please, get down on your knees
The preacher put a gun to my head
Every step I take is one more closer to the dead
The Father made me dig my own grave
Every shovel takes me deeper to my final resting place
The preacher put a gun to my head
Every step I take is one more closer to the dead
The Father made me dig my own grave
Every shovel takes me deeper to my final resting place
The preacher put a gun to my head
Every step I take is one more closer to the dead
Written with a feather, red wax, signed in blood
My hands and feet were tied up
Cast me off the bridge
May the river be the judge
My neighbors sent them on the hunt
Like a pack of dogs smellin' fear from the runt
Well, string me up and tie me to a tree
Watch the rope tighten as I'm kickin' my feet
If you mean somethin' to someone
Then please, get down on your knees
If you mean nothin' to someone
Then please, get down on your knees
It's your time to wake up
You think you're so free, knee-deep in the mud
You're neglecting to see the woods for the trees
Once they kill the black sheep
If you mean somethin' to someone
Then please, get down on your knees
If you mean nothin' to someone
Then please, get down on your knees
The preacher put a gun to my head
Every step I take is one more closer to the dead
The Father made me dig my own grave
Every shovel takes me deeper to my final resting place
The preacher put a gun to my head
Every step I take is one more closer to the dead
The Father made me dig my own grave
Every shovel takes me deeper to my final resting place
The preacher put a gun to my head
Every step I take is one more closer to the dead