Toadvine Paroles

A preacher's lesson, simply armageddon
The devil, he knows how to write
Killer of men, no way to save them
Hey now we all have to die

You wouldn't think that out here
A man could simply run clear
Out of country, but oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my, nothing but the light

They took my ears in Omaha
I thought me dead but I weren't at all
And I left them bleeding in the mud
They ran in me for horse thievery
Between my eyes for all to see
And I left them bleeding in the mud

When this wall was made
It was never meant to save everyone in kind
I don't believe God much had me, had me much in mind Oh my, oh my, there's nothing but the light

So tell the barkeep, "What is there to drink?"
Just a minimal risk of blindness or death
It all taste of ashes, seems that's always what we get
It's all they have to give

You wouldn't think that out here
A man could simply run clear
Out of country, but oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my,
Nothing but the light