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King Of The Delta BluesNow bones break where their hearts cannotAnd heads are gonna roll Until I want them to stop I'll be there with bells on Just name the state But it'll have to be underground Underground because God aint up this late God aint up this late Bones are breaking cause they're weary and they're aching The axe blade is falling Until it's dull and it's breaking Ill be there for you Wish you ? I swear I love you I swear by Christ That it's your father That I hate Lying to you Never gets to me Cause getting caught is what keeps me so honest I might be the king of the delta blues I might be the king of the delta blues Sold my soul to write this for you Get off my back Is this really how you like to fuck? Face down, ass up Face down. ass up Face down, ass up Face Down Is this really how you like to fuck? I might be The King of The delta blues Trade it trade it Please trade it trade it Trade it pound for pound Trade it quart for quart Trading your soul Is like trading wine for port Trade it trade it Please trade it trade it A white collar floozy's got the blue collar blues White collar floozy Blue collar blues White collar floozy Blue collar blues White collar white collar Blue collar blues More skeletons than closest And I still have More skin than tattooes More skin than tattooes I swear it's ? I swear ? To the face that launches Thousands of ships And if you wanna say ignorance is bliss More than I'll let on with my kiss More than you'd ever care to be missed To be a ? lost his ? And ? his fucking mother More than this More than this Fuck this |