If I laid my intentions
On your counterfeit ears
Like a Southern Gospel choir
Would you suffer my misguided words, all the stutters and slurs in my speech?
If I fixed you with a gaze
Unflinching and keen
Like a Washington Post reporter
Like Woodward and Bernstein interrogating
Cross-referencing and tracing your schemes
I've got yellow fever
And blood on my clothes
One comes with the territory
The other comes and goes with the fits
Lovelorn nervous ticks from my past
I'm avoiding the dancefloor
Like a biblical plague
How I long to embrace you
But I'm riddled with holes from the bullets
Ripped clean through my courage
Splintering ego and bone
credits
from Black Stampede,
released December 21, 2012
Music by Goldie Wilson, Words by Mike Ball
Mike Ball - Guitar, Lap Steel, Organ, Vocals
Matt Beck - Guitar, Vocals
Kim Jones - Rhodes Piano, Vocals
Kyle Hill - Bass, Vocals
Garrett Troy - Drums
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