Shooter Jennings, Tom Morello and Eleanor Whitmore - The Long Road Ahead
Mother may bell's in a a quiet hellI hear a gun and a heart and sley bells
I'd say things have changed quite a bit,
Since I was young and mother
Didn't give a shit
I can't be saved it's too late,
But with a little help
I might concentrate,
Long enough to start believing just
To make sure your still breathing
No time for the broken hearted,
Got to finish just what we started
The only promise to the pour departed,
Is that they wind up dead
Just as sure as holy violence,
We starve our songs in silence,
Were all looking for a little guidance
Down the long road there's a cold breeze
Through city streets,
Blows leaves like dreams neath busy
Somewhere in an easy chair
Somebody's momma crying,
Cause baby ain't There
My baby's so lazy like to Lay around
Drive me crazy
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