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The Weeks – Brother In The Night lyrics
Well I trace shapes in clouds and I saw things I've never seen
We move like renegades down interstates reload their magazine
Almost killed us in that city it was far too close to call
So we put money in the bags ripped wanted posters off the wall
Say I’m wanted for a murder of a man I've never seen
They say I shot him dead, one to his head, somewhere in Holly Springs
May have killed a man before, but not the one that they exclaim
They’ll see the barrel of my gun before they ever see me hang
Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood
Still pumping blood
Well I'll bury my own money in the mighty Mississippi mud
Mississippi mud
Oh and if my southern lungs won't let me breathe
Won't let me breathe
Well I'll wait for the cicadas and I’ll let them push it out for me
Well death is always close there's always vultures on my trail
And the inside of this hotels better than a prison cell
Well that southern whiskeys stinging singing words upon my breath
I was worried about forgetting so I tattooed it on my chest
I’m a southern man forever like the wind inside the pines
And my Grandma used to sing it oh to my brother and I
How I wish could get back the precious thoughts and newer skin
And we scurried out the window 'for the cops they busted in
Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood
Still pumping blood
Well I'll bury my own money in the mighty Mississippi mud
Mississippi mud
Oh and if my southern lungs won't let me breathe
Won't let me breathe
Well I'll wait for the cicadas and I’ll let them push it out for me
We were messengers for millions, we're a midnight masquerade
We can walk away from all this as the town goes up in flames
As civilians in a war we can die right where we live
Well you can walk away from all this go back home and see your kids
I've got a knife inside my boot yes my brothers got one too
You can bring 'em on, lets have a ball, got nothing to lose
I got hearts and bended knees that shake no one that can see
No one here was coming faster, no one there will bother me
Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood
Still pumping blood
Well I'll bury my own money in the mighty Mississippi mud
Mississippi mud
Oh and if my southern lungs won't let me breathe
Won't let me breathe
Well I'll wait for the cicadas and I’ll let them push it out for me
We move like renegades down interstates reload their magazine
Almost killed us in that city it was far too close to call
So we put money in the bags ripped wanted posters off the wall
Say I’m wanted for a murder of a man I've never seen
They say I shot him dead, one to his head, somewhere in Holly Springs
May have killed a man before, but not the one that they exclaim
They’ll see the barrel of my gun before they ever see me hang
Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood
Still pumping blood
Well I'll bury my own money in the mighty Mississippi mud
Mississippi mud
Oh and if my southern lungs won't let me breathe
Won't let me breathe
Well I'll wait for the cicadas and I’ll let them push it out for me
Well death is always close there's always vultures on my trail
And the inside of this hotels better than a prison cell
Well that southern whiskeys stinging singing words upon my breath
I was worried about forgetting so I tattooed it on my chest
I’m a southern man forever like the wind inside the pines
And my Grandma used to sing it oh to my brother and I
How I wish could get back the precious thoughts and newer skin
And we scurried out the window 'for the cops they busted in
Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood
Still pumping blood
Well I'll bury my own money in the mighty Mississippi mud
Mississippi mud
Oh and if my southern lungs won't let me breathe
Won't let me breathe
Well I'll wait for the cicadas and I’ll let them push it out for me
We were messengers for millions, we're a midnight masquerade
We can walk away from all this as the town goes up in flames
As civilians in a war we can die right where we live
Well you can walk away from all this go back home and see your kids
I've got a knife inside my boot yes my brothers got one too
You can bring 'em on, lets have a ball, got nothing to lose
I got hearts and bended knees that shake no one that can see
No one here was coming faster, no one there will bother me
Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood
Still pumping blood
Well I'll bury my own money in the mighty Mississippi mud
Mississippi mud
Oh and if my southern lungs won't let me breathe
Won't let me breathe
Well I'll wait for the cicadas and I’ll let them push it out for me
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