Angels couldn’t save me F-E7-Am
When I been put to the wall
I’ll talk, I’ll confess, I’ll tell you all the rest
I’ll tell you where we buried the bones
It was an early spring evening
They caught me off my guard
They lured the hook with golden dreams of riches
And the pull of the midnight star
I kissed her lips just once
But stabbed her three times more
I dumped her body down by the lake
She sank silently below
I’m coming clean
Got to find some peace
No Loyalties
I blow without the breeze
I’m coming clean
I’ll never lose her midnight scream
Won’t you tell me ‘bout it
Sitting in that jail cell
Won’t you tell me ‘bout
The way you were raised
I write a poem and they’re
Calling me a prophet
Hear her mother calling
For my blood to pay
I’m just a low life with a sense of direction
A bit of talent and some balls
I think you ought reflect on this
Before the sentence and the gavel falls
I’ve clearly found Jesus
As you can see on my neck
I beg the jury pleading won’t you turn the check
I may have cashed my last check
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