Winds Of Trouble Lyrics

Take a dive down in the silty murk

Ride around town in your darling's skirt

Leave your gun at home put your knife to work

Use your hands as a basin to sate your thirst

The worry is in her eyes tonight

She does not have the strength to fight

Your hunger

Your hunger

Then god decays

But from old hard marble

A man ought to be free

And follow the winds of trouble

Be free of your greed

Let go of all you know