An Ordinary Son (2. 2011)

Текст песни Black Country Communion - An Ordinary Son (2. 2011)

Hold my head up high
Now I see you, drying off your eyes
Four seasons, temper all my pain
And I've been sheltered...I accept the blame

For the Tumbling Dice
I put my ego aside
With fire and anger
I've shadowboxed you all my life
Bring it on yourself, bring it on me
Wrapped up in a box cause there's nothing left for free
Gonna dig a hole, gonna fall in the dirt
Gonna redeem myself and rise upon the earth

And I feel, like the time has come
All I ever wanted, was to be an ordinary son

Know the wounds run deep
But I take solace, knowing that hill is not so steep
Pale white Cigarette, barn full of hay
But I knew I shouldn't have been down there anyway

For the Tumbling Dice
I put my ego aside
With fire and anger
I've shadowboxed you all my life
Bring it on yourself, bring it on me
Wrapped up in a box cause there's nothing left for free
Gonna dig a hole, gonna fall in the dirt
Gonna redeem myself and rise upon the earth
Gone is the shadow that was cast over
And I Just wanna live in tranquility
And I believe that we will overcome
All the courageous and all the forgiveness

Walk with me
Walk with me

And I feel, like the time has come
All I ever wanted, was to be an ordinary son

So thank you for tending our survival
'Cause I know I took that bread from our table

For the Tumbling Dice
I put my ego aside
With fire and anger
I've shadowboxed you all my life
Bring it on yourself, bring it on me
Wrapped up in a box cause there's nothing left for free
Gonna dig a hole, gonna fall in the dirt
Gonna redeem myself and rise upon the earth

For the Tumbling Dice
For the Tumbling Dice
And I feel, like the time has come
All I ever wanted, was to be an ordinary son