The Falling Leaves

Corroded Bone

2:55

#king #whisky #God #story

I am a tramp in a whisky bar
You are a cat on mars
And if God hadn't invented
The number seven
He'd surely have a lot
Less enemies, less enemies

Here I stand in mortal sin
I'll make the blind ones king

Then I heard a story
Then I heard of you again
It was the one about the cat
Who is always getting wet

Here I stand in mortal sin
I'll make the blind ones king

Do not be the center of
The laughing
Do not be the money
That is spent

Here I stand in mortal sin
I'll make the blind ones king

I'm catching flies tonight
Cause the windows are opened wide
And all the lights are turned on
I caught a million

Here I stand in mortal sin
I'll make the blind ones king