Way down feat. Ben Weaver

Текст песни Boozoo Bajou - Way down feat. Ben Weaver

Bad days shadow my floor
Troubles of this world
A hard path to my door
Walking through the streets
Taillights bleeding all over my feet
Wind like a rusted razor
Cutting lines in my face this deep
I see a reborn ghost in 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 the
Bottom of a bucket with a big old hole

The clog rider of 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

You wanna buy back a little mercy
Better first look at the price you gotta pay
You missed her so much that you've been sleeping in her shoes
You ain't got the blues brother
Cause it's the bruise that got you

You can't find religion
Not in a perfectly clean soul
You can't find religion unless you're at
The bottom of a bucket with a big old hole

Well, with a jack of diamonds buried deep up my longest sleeve
Through the raining ghetto across the rotting concrete
I go there and find my people
Say a prayer upon their sin
The Virgin Mary she got a supple bosom
Fresh ink in her skin

Alone in the crowd hair across your forehead
Falling like a dark ribbon
A highway opening up
Swinging a hammer in society's dark chain gang
I could have sworn I heard 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

You'll never find religion
Not in a perfectly clean soul
You'll never find religion
Not in a perfectly clean soul
You'll never find religion
Unless it's at the bottom of a bucket with a big old hole