Bobby Long - Penance Fire Blues lyrics

And I see papers and papers Stacked up in formation That mean much before They're lining the fire As the 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 By 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 is 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 You're trying to find your feet So let me run, Lord Lord, Lord, Lord Run Lord, just let me run So let me run, Lord Lord, Lord, Lord Lord, just let me run But as the morning awakens That light sends a shudder The twist of hope that helped you down Is left to rest and stir You back down a hallway To flourish the darkness And fool yourself You did it all for her And him, and her 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 And you're trying to find your feet So let me run, Lord Lord, Lord, Lord Run Lord, just let me run So let me run, Lord Lord, Lord, Lord Lord, just let me run But I've seen your face before Rich boy playing poor Ravaging the who*es Ignoring constant calls Now you don't belong You whisper when you speak You turn yourself to nighttime You're trying to find your feet So let me run, Lord Lord, Lord, Lord Run Lord, just let me run So let me run, Lord Lord, Lord Lord, just let me run