Different Cases
(paroles et musique: Desmarais-Racine)
The sky is tracking on your mind
Your eyes will probably go blind
This liquor wasn't very fine
That why periodically
You start ro smell funny
On your crucifix
Burns a man in twist
He's a man with a home in the sands
Talking hands
There's a river runnin' through your butt
The deal is over now I want my cut
Stop speakin' now and make a shot
You can go to hell
by the way you tell
They will surely try
In your yellowy eyes
You want to chill
And pay your bills
For the hill
Why do you think they call it dope?
You're gonna finish on a rope
A junkie may have killed the pope
You try to play the card
Of the child retard
You spit all over the place
In the president's face
You will buy your greasy smile
Endless sky
Watch out little boy you will fall
Can't you see the writings on the wall?
Now you don't hear anything at all
You're fallin' so quickly
Out of reality
Your ultimate weapon
Is the nearest turn
Or your life in the flash of a knife
In a crise
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020