of blue and black
our souls be saved
in the waters lack
the stone cold rythmn
of the evil night
if you take what you're given
it'll rob you blind
this aint no thing
and it ain't no sorry town
it aint no thing, and it sure don't bring
the saints to our sorry town
she had a child
sweet baby boy
then she gone and wrecked and lost that thing of joy
and we collapse, and i beg for more
to the whippin post, heed the cry for war
this aint no thing
and it ain't no sorry town
it aint no thing, and it sure don't bring
the saints to our sorry town
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