Compozitor: Robert Stroud, Dustin Carpenter, Alex Psaroudis, Thientu Nhu
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I was not built to love or be loving.
My sweet baby boy was a heathen.
I'll cover his tracks
Burn his marks.
Dig just a little bit deeper
Bark like a dog
left in the rain
Drag me around on a choke chain.
From the devils ride
to the devils front porch.
Kicking in the devils door.
One more time with feeling.
Always a sucker for felons.
They bleed me out, put me in the dirt.
Goddammit all to hell, I'm in heaven.
Killing roses,
got what I need.
Like the dead ever wanted some weeds.
I was not built to love,
Ain't here to please,
cut myself off at the knee.
But the next time I wake up
with someone's hands on me,
If I ain't resting at god's feet,
You're gonna see how fucking bad I can be.
Alex Psaroudis, Dustin Carpenter, Robert Stroud, Thientu Nhu