John Mark Mcmillan - Belly of the Lion lyrics

Dance the dance We call living and dying In the valley of the city In the belly of a lion Work all week long All week long You can lose your soul In the concrete riverbeds Rolling with the flow Of the currents of The walking dead Five o'clock comes And you're a rolling stone Days like these We've got nothing to sing about Days like these I don't know what I think about Days like these Who would've known Listen to the rhythm Of the pawn show shore It's got you falling off your hinges Like that old screen porch It's the interstate slipping in your Pores again You can ride the vein From the corner store To amsterdam You can bleed the train From the courthouse To the vatican But friday she's a ghost And gonna slip right through your Hands again Days like these I've got nothing to sing about Days like these I don't know what I think about Days like these Who would've known Days like these I don't know what I think about Days like these I've got nothing to sing about Days like these Who would've known Dance the dance We call living and dying In the valley of the city In the belly of a lion Work all week long All week long You can lose your soul In the concrete riverbeds Rolling with the flow Of the currents of The walking dead Five o'clock comes And you're a rolling stone Days like these I've got nothing to sing about Days like these I don't know what I think about Days like these Who would've known Days like these I don't know what I think about Days like these I've got nothing to sing about Days like these Who would've known