Dirt & Stones

Dirt & Stones - John Coffey

We've been marching the best 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 rythm he gives

We've been called by the strings of a different strummer

A deafening noise above which none can utter

An 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 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 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

Gun in my hand

Gun in my hand