Resurrection

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Rollin’ down a freeway, with my heart chained in my lover’s arms.
I can’t see straight; the night’s too late and I’ve come too far.
For rest, I detest anything less than an all-out rush to the end;
and may the best man win the worst man’s sin.

Rollin’ down a side road with a pistol on the dash.
A true man will kill for a lady; only sick men kill for cash.

Pastimes and traditions I once loved now give me the creeps,
like poundin’ my foot on a floorboard or shakin’ my head at sleep.
Like a cigarette explodin’ on concrete of a moonlit street,
colossal it hit but still stayed lit. Sounds like resurrection to me.

Rollin’ down a stormy sky, lookin’ God right in his evil eye,
I have to ask why I’m bein’ treated treacherously.
Maybe it’s ‘cuz of those hearts I stole,
or my signature in the Devil's book of souls,
or maybe none of this has to do with me.

The bulb is broken at the top of the stairway,
but I can still see the pillow where her hair lay.
The pistol is hot in my hand and the trigger
burns my fingers as the bullets get bigger.
But I, the victim, the true love’s soldier,
believes that innocence lies in the eyes of the beholder.

There's two hot bullets in my lady’s chamber;
I’ve been shot and replaced by a stranger.
Halfway to Heaven, midway up her stairs,
now I’m haulin’ ass to Hell in an electric chair.
My lover sleeps soft, through a cold long season,
on a teetering loft of my broken love’s treason.
Don’t ask me why; it must have been the lullaby
I sang to to her while she was freezing.

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from Resurrection, released February 14, 2017

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