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• Artiste: Stephen Wilson Jr.
• Titre: Mighty Beast
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It's a story that I tell myself to sleep I'm a high plains lone wolf counting sheep They can steer me to the slaughter and I'll hold my head up high 'Cause I'd rather be a mighty beast than wither up and dry Longhorns sharp as hell Rest my bones on a bed of nails Southland jubilee Sounds like ain't no hope for me You and I, a crown of thorns Are doomed to die the day we're born Break the bread and tell the priest A sinful man is a mighty beast (Hey) In the glory, I forged my hands in the fire And my Sunday's best is covered up in briars They can lеad me to the water and I'll drown mysеlf in rye 'Cause I'd rather be a mighty beast than wither up and dry Longhorns sharp as hell Rest my bones on a bed of nails Southland jubilee Sounds like ain't no hope for me You and I, a crown of thorns Are doomed to die the day we're born Break the bread and tell the priest A sinful man is a mighty beast (Hey) (Woah) (Woah) Longhorns sharp as hell Rest my bones on a bed of nails Southland jubilee Sounds like ain't no hope for me Longhorns sharp as hell Rest my bones on a bed of nails Southland jubilee Sounds like ain't no hope for me You and I, a crown of thorns Are doomed to die the day we're born Break the bread and tell the priest A sinful man is a mighty beast