John Coffey Dirt & Stones
We've been marching the beat of a different drummer
To some he's been seen, while unknown to all others
On a day that a bass line erupts from the seas
We'd better attend to the rhythm he gives
We've been called by the strings of a different strummer
A deafening noise above which none can utter
And when the sky suffers that screaming note
Abandon all hope
Abandon all hope
Of staying here
Saturday night, Saturday night
Lie down with the lions tonight
And set it to shake up
Saturday night
Lie down with the lions tonight and set it to
Shake up;
Yeah I burn, I burn!
The cancer's gone
Got shot in the eye last night
Oh but it turned on everything, everything
So I've been sleeping with a gun in my hand
So I've been sleeping
Gun in my hand
We've been tempted by the lies of a sweet talker
Though fair he may seem, he smells thus the fouler
Could somebody please take this devil to the outskirts of town
And give him a seed that he's sown
And cover him with dirt and with stones
The cancer's gone
Got shot in the eye last night
Oh but it turned on everything, everything
So I've been sleeping with a gun in my hand
So I've been sleeping
Gun in my hand
The cancer's gone
Got shot in the eye last night
Oh but it turned on everything, everything
So I've been sleeping with a gun in my hand
I've been sleeping
Gun in my hand
