Terminal fright
Final boarding call for a transcontinental flight
The distance and the discourse fade white
Holy Christ
Lord wish me luck, hold my calls and fix the fight
Faith like a pair of loaded dice
I'm placing my bets: flesh and blood, common sense
Meet me sometime
In the church of St John the Divine
Humor me
You're the smallest girl with the biggest heart that Brooklyn's ever seen
Maybe from Staten Island to Queens
Likably
Combatable and keeping me on my toes and off my feet
But she's guarded like a penitentiary
Seems all the while that you knew
Can this cause be won?
I'm a dead champion for your love
credits
from Black Stampede,
released December 21, 2012
Music by Goldie Wilson, Words by Mike Ball
Mike Ball - Guitar, Harmonica, Banjo Uke, Vocals
Matt Beck - Bass Vocals
Kim Jones - Piano, Vocals
Kyle Hill - Organ*, Vocals
Garrett Troy - Drums
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