Poisoned by John Goodblood Lyrics
Woman lost a bad bet
Rhyming on a silhouette
Trialed like an 18th century black witch on a cross head
Get on with the lost son
Right con to the wrong song
Shots of desire, sinning the man with his choir
You do what you gotta do, your will to survive
Will keep your feet thumping kicking the vultures aside
Now there's another man riding you not as well as I
Try to keep a dirty thought from a dirtier mind
But you can't, you know why?
There's a chance I might die
Leaving you B. I can't break free from these chains
Whatever you seek from my pain
Tears on my shoulder like a desert gone dry
Wish I could hold her. Girl was keeping me high
The water's poisoned in my paradise
Lose my composure without my disguise
I had a lot I could call my own
Now it's picking my bones
If I could get up and find my legs, I'd leave you alone
With the moonshine in the daytime. There's a chain gang stuck in my mind
That I'm unable to save since I'm just one of those slaves
The scars that we leave they ain't so easy to bind
There's a thread that you weave that made a seeing man blind
Soon after six women with some crooked ass minds
They made me see that after all I got the dirt in my kind
So I pray to the lord. You won't leave me this sore
You'll be the last rose I pick cause your thorn cut to my blood spitting core
Tears on my shoulder like a desert gone dry
Wish I could hold her. Girl was keeping me high
The water's poisoned in my paradise
Lose my composure without my disguise
Rhyming on a silhouette
Trialed like an 18th century black witch on a cross head
Get on with the lost son
Right con to the wrong song
Shots of desire, sinning the man with his choir
You do what you gotta do, your will to survive
Will keep your feet thumping kicking the vultures aside
Now there's another man riding you not as well as I
Try to keep a dirty thought from a dirtier mind
But you can't, you know why?
There's a chance I might die
Leaving you B. I can't break free from these chains
Whatever you seek from my pain
Tears on my shoulder like a desert gone dry
Wish I could hold her. Girl was keeping me high
The water's poisoned in my paradise
Lose my composure without my disguise
I had a lot I could call my own
Now it's picking my bones
If I could get up and find my legs, I'd leave you alone
With the moonshine in the daytime. There's a chain gang stuck in my mind
That I'm unable to save since I'm just one of those slaves
The scars that we leave they ain't so easy to bind
There's a thread that you weave that made a seeing man blind
Soon after six women with some crooked ass minds
They made me see that after all I got the dirt in my kind
So I pray to the lord. You won't leave me this sore
You'll be the last rose I pick cause your thorn cut to my blood spitting core
Tears on my shoulder like a desert gone dry
Wish I could hold her. Girl was keeping me high
The water's poisoned in my paradise
Lose my composure without my disguise