Cheap surprises, can you hear me sleep
Red sun rises, did you count your sheep

Midsummer vices, and a hardwired man
Making new promises, stay if you can

Can you hear the cries, of a simple life
Or the lips you vied, come to kiss goodnight

Strip and sip and sour bone
I’m rotting, plotting, running on home

Can it, plan it, shut your mouth
Devil’s keep raise hell in the south

Sure made it easy, but it’s harder to breathe
Smoke giving images, that we’ll never see

Send me the souvenir, like you want me ’round
But I’ll bet every cent on the remedy, let me out of town

Can you hear the cries, of a simple life
Or the lips you vied, come to kiss goodnight

Strip and sip and sour bone
I’m rotting, plotting, running on home

Can it, plan it, shut your mouth
Devil’s keep raise hell in the south

Strip and sip and sour bone
I’m rotting, plotting, running on home

Can it, plan it, shut your mouth
Devil’s keep raise hell in the south


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