Bobby Long - Penance Fire Blues Lyrics

And I see papers and papers*
Stacked up in formation
Which mean much before
They're line-ing the fire

As a bottomless heat goes
To harness your anger
Your blood and
Your deepest desire

Because there's no truth stolen
That's been ever brought forward
From the minds of the writers
Looking face down on the gutter

'Cause this world's full of thinkers
And suffragette speakers
Who deny that they ever wear a dress
Oh this god forsaken town's in a mess

And all the truths been let out loose
Is desperate to amuse
As it grabs you by the throat
And strings out all the times you've used

But now you don't belong you
Whisper when you speak
You turn yourself to nighttime
Trying to find your feet

Oh let me run
Lord, let me run,
So let me run
Lord, let me run

But as the morning awakens
That light sends a shudder
The twist of hope that helps you down
Is left to rest and stir

You back down a hallway
To flourish the darkness
And you fool yourself
You did it all for her
And him, and her

But I've seen your face before
Rich boy playing poor
Ravaging the whores
Ignoring constant calls

Now you don't belong
You whisper when you speak
You turn yourself to nighttime
Trying to find your feet