Red Knife Lottery The Good Land
You keep pushing the poison.
My body's alway's paying the bill.
My eyes are wandering.
You've really lost your thrill.
You can be so cold.
I'm the one who's worse for wear.
Oh how we could be gold.
God bless this torrid affair.
Every night you're pulling my teeth out.
Every morning I'm picking up pieces.
Lights burn brighter to the east.
But your hands keeping heading south.
I know if I stay for just one more, just one more, I
know I'll never leave.
They call you the good land.
Child of industry.
But I've been caught with a red hand.
Oh infidelity.
You are a creature of habit and oh how I feel some
forming.
You really got a tight grip.
You really got a tight grip.
You really got a hold on me.
I said my farewell.
I made peace with the holes you made.
With the tragedies.
With the broken homes.
With the novelty.
And they moved away.
They left me.
It's a slow death in the midwest.
You keep on whispering in my ears
These are the golden years.
You keep on whispering in my ears
These are the golden years.
You're messing with my head just like Dahmer.
But I would still fight for your honor.
I'm sorry for the things that I said.
And the slander that I spread.
Let's get back together.
You can be my home forever.
From the look of that rising sun I know that you are
the one.
We know what made you famous.
Can you really blame us.
Home sweet home.
