Bendin' The Rules
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โฑ๏ธ 6:09 duration
๐ ID: 15637601
๐ Lyrics
Pity my brother
For how he's suffered me
Through nameless towns
And cold prairie
For restless women
At the end of the line
Who tendered checks for
A promise divine
Cash as quick as "Vegas"
Like "Vegas" in a dream
I work this charismatic ruse
For my brother's peace and being
Sittin' tight in Moline
The money on the bed
With every memory sharp to me
And the fear of times ahead
(Chorus)
Maybe the good book
Came from the divine
Or maybe it was written
Just to keep us in line
The mistakes of the sages
Make the rules for the fools
So father forgive me
For bendin' the rules...
Well, mister he improved some
With the money I scammed
Some days his light shines as bright
As the light of the promised land
Death was often something
We freely would discuss
When he was ten and I was twelve
And the spectre would often brush
In and out of treatments
Since twenty months of age
At eighteen the insurance
No longer would maintain
And my old man in the kitchen
His hands upon his face
Did weep to shake his very soul
In the darkness of this place
(Chorus)
Hold me saint Christopher
Over every county line
Overlook my blasphemy
For the sake of buying time
Grant him days of laughter
Bestow me clemency
He sleeps soft in the back seat
His freedom from ordeal
To every ruddy youngster
Off free in summer's fields
And every young lass poised to claim
Her share of what love yields
To all the grieving angels
And the litany of saints
I am my brother's keeper
To what end decides the fates
(Chorus)
For how he's suffered me
Through nameless towns
And cold prairie
For restless women
At the end of the line
Who tendered checks for
A promise divine
Cash as quick as "Vegas"
Like "Vegas" in a dream
I work this charismatic ruse
For my brother's peace and being
Sittin' tight in Moline
The money on the bed
With every memory sharp to me
And the fear of times ahead
(Chorus)
Maybe the good book
Came from the divine
Or maybe it was written
Just to keep us in line
The mistakes of the sages
Make the rules for the fools
So father forgive me
For bendin' the rules...
Well, mister he improved some
With the money I scammed
Some days his light shines as bright
As the light of the promised land
Death was often something
We freely would discuss
When he was ten and I was twelve
And the spectre would often brush
In and out of treatments
Since twenty months of age
At eighteen the insurance
No longer would maintain
And my old man in the kitchen
His hands upon his face
Did weep to shake his very soul
In the darkness of this place
(Chorus)
Hold me saint Christopher
Over every county line
Overlook my blasphemy
For the sake of buying time
Grant him days of laughter
Bestow me clemency
He sleeps soft in the back seat
His freedom from ordeal
To every ruddy youngster
Off free in summer's fields
And every young lass poised to claim
Her share of what love yields
To all the grieving angels
And the litany of saints
I am my brother's keeper
To what end decides the fates
(Chorus)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.66] Pity my brother
[00:26.36] For how he's suffered me
[00:29.14] Through nameless towns
[00:30.91] And cold prairie
[00:34.58] For restless women
[00:37.21] At the end of the line
[00:39.92] Who tendered checks for
[00:42.74] A promise divine
[00:46.34] Cash as quick as "Vegas"
[00:48.11] Like "Vegas" in a dream
[00:51.75] I work this charismatic ruse
[00:54.58] For my brother's peace and being
[00:56.33] Sittin' tight in Moline
[00:59.96] The money on the bed
[01:02.65] With every memory sharp to me
[01:05.39] And the fear of times ahead
[01:07.22] (Chorus)
[01:08.16] Maybe the good book
[01:10.87] Came from the divine
[01:12.65] Or maybe it was written
[01:15.36] Just to keep us in line
[01:19.90] The mistakes of the sages
[01:21.77] Make the rules for the fools
[01:24.43] So father forgive me
[01:27.10] For bendin' the rules...
[01:41.77] Well, mister he improved some
[01:45.35] With the money I scammed
[01:48.02] Some days his light shines as bright
[01:50.70] As the light of the promised land
[01:53.45] Death was often something
[01:56.21] We freely would discuss
[01:58.97] When he was ten and I was twelve
[02:00.71] And the spectre would often brush
[02:04.36] In and out of treatments
[02:07.18] Since twenty months of age
[02:09.89] At eighteen the insurance
[02:12.57] No longer would maintain
[02:16.20] And my old man in the kitchen
[02:18.93] His hands upon his face
[02:21.61] Did weep to shake his very soul
[02:23.41] In the darkness of this place
[02:28.08] (Chorus)
[03:26.50] Hold me saint Christopher
[03:29.25] Over every county line
[03:31.95] Overlook my blasphemy
[03:34.75] For the sake of buying time
[03:37.45] Grant him days of laughter
[03:40.18] Bestow me clemency
[03:42.82] He sleeps soft in the back seat
[03:45.52] His freedom from ordeal
[03:48.33] To every ruddy youngster
[03:50.18] Off free in summer's fields
[03:53.73] And every young lass poised to claim
[03:56.40] Her share of what love yields
[03:59.12] To all the grieving angels
[04:01.93] And the litany of saints
[04:04.68] I am my brother's keeper
[04:07.37] To what end decides the fates
[04:10.95] (Chorus)
[05:02.80]
[00:26.36] For how he's suffered me
[00:29.14] Through nameless towns
[00:30.91] And cold prairie
[00:34.58] For restless women
[00:37.21] At the end of the line
[00:39.92] Who tendered checks for
[00:42.74] A promise divine
[00:46.34] Cash as quick as "Vegas"
[00:48.11] Like "Vegas" in a dream
[00:51.75] I work this charismatic ruse
[00:54.58] For my brother's peace and being
[00:56.33] Sittin' tight in Moline
[00:59.96] The money on the bed
[01:02.65] With every memory sharp to me
[01:05.39] And the fear of times ahead
[01:07.22] (Chorus)
[01:08.16] Maybe the good book
[01:10.87] Came from the divine
[01:12.65] Or maybe it was written
[01:15.36] Just to keep us in line
[01:19.90] The mistakes of the sages
[01:21.77] Make the rules for the fools
[01:24.43] So father forgive me
[01:27.10] For bendin' the rules...
[01:41.77] Well, mister he improved some
[01:45.35] With the money I scammed
[01:48.02] Some days his light shines as bright
[01:50.70] As the light of the promised land
[01:53.45] Death was often something
[01:56.21] We freely would discuss
[01:58.97] When he was ten and I was twelve
[02:00.71] And the spectre would often brush
[02:04.36] In and out of treatments
[02:07.18] Since twenty months of age
[02:09.89] At eighteen the insurance
[02:12.57] No longer would maintain
[02:16.20] And my old man in the kitchen
[02:18.93] His hands upon his face
[02:21.61] Did weep to shake his very soul
[02:23.41] In the darkness of this place
[02:28.08] (Chorus)
[03:26.50] Hold me saint Christopher
[03:29.25] Over every county line
[03:31.95] Overlook my blasphemy
[03:34.75] For the sake of buying time
[03:37.45] Grant him days of laughter
[03:40.18] Bestow me clemency
[03:42.82] He sleeps soft in the back seat
[03:45.52] His freedom from ordeal
[03:48.33] To every ruddy youngster
[03:50.18] Off free in summer's fields
[03:53.73] And every young lass poised to claim
[03:56.40] Her share of what love yields
[03:59.12] To all the grieving angels
[04:01.93] And the litany of saints
[04:04.68] I am my brother's keeper
[04:07.37] To what end decides the fates
[04:10.95] (Chorus)
[05:02.80]