Two Gallants - Age Of Assa**ins lyrics

Oh, when the summer sun comes cutting like a clean razor blade And I wake to the day and all the visions I've made Reach out my hand for the curl of her hair And whisper my dreams to the girl who's not there Gather some memory from the night before Where'd she go? she go? she go? Screaming her threats and slam of a door Well I don't know, don't know, don't know So I look to the window and the city below From this bed of mine where I eat sweet jelly rolls Think I'll put on my face, I'd like to fix me a drink 'Cause somewhere someone knows just what I think Last night's but a question that hangs likes a noose 'Round my throat, my throat Surely tonight, I'll invite its abuse Well there's no hope, no hope, no hope Goodness me, oh my Oh my God, I still might get by Get through all the pains I fake Poor boy could use a break A break from all the daily hate, oh "Pain is something no one else knows" That's what I hear them say But everyone bereaves the day So weary, weary, walk away So I take to the streets like the dead to the grave You light me a smoke because it's right to behave And I'm all juiced up all morning, 'cause morning is when Heros stand tall in the statues of men And all the pigeons adore me and peck at my feet Oh, the fame, the fame, the fame Someday they may use my head as a seat Well I can't wait, can't wait, can't wait Goodness me, oh my Oh my God, I still might get by Get through all the pains I fake Poor boy could use a break A break from all the daily hate, oh "Pain is something no one else knows" That's what I hear them say But everyone bereaves the day So weary, weary walk away When I die, Lord, bury me deep Way out west past Sunset Street So I can hear old 29 When she goes rollin' by And when they come to claim my skin And I go back where I begin Place the stones at my head and feet Tell them all I've gone to sleep And as the city unravels her metal bedroll I dirty her sheets with the stumble I stroll And the people all stop just to watch me go by With a thirst in my throat and a tear in my eye So riddle me this while I lend you my soul In a song, a song, a song And balance the sky on these shoulders of mine Until the dawn, the dawn, the dawn, yeah Goodness me, oh my Oh my God, I still might get by Get through all the pains I fake Poor boy could use a break A break from my own daily hate, oh "Pain is something no one else knows" That's what I hear them say But everyone bereaves the day So weary, weary, walk away