Repeater (Or for All Is Dark Where Thou Art Not)
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โฑ๏ธ 6:56 duration
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๐ Lyrics
Buried my bullets in the slaver's chest
For to finally get some rest
How I long to close my eyes and just see nothing
Like a blindfold for the firing line
Like a preacher for the killing time
If it helps to ease your mind,
Say you're the cure and not the sickness
Think I'll melt my pistol down to a crucifix
Oh the things we do to forget the things we did
Let me be not consoled, let me be consolation
Like a blindfold for the firing line
Like a preacher for the killing time
If it helps to ease your mind,
Say you're the cure and not the sickness
Just like whiskey for a death row meal
Like rain on a killing field
Does it wash away the feeling
Deserve's got nothing to do with it?
I put my hands into the river to wash off all the red
I tear the earth and leave my sins like flowers for the dead
A handful of dirt, a pocketful of gold, a cup of sour wine, the blood from a stone
The lawman's dogma, the murderer's prayer, one a shout, one a whisper, but I see no Difference there
Cuz I am a man who is afraid to die
And I can't tell you when but I'd reckon why
I've got a message for the boatman baby, ask him to pass me by
And I don't think he will but it's worth a try
He won't listen to me, cuz he's a mean motherfucker
Won't listen to me, cuz he's a mean motherfucker
Won't listen to me, cuz he's a mean motherfucking guy
For to finally get some rest
How I long to close my eyes and just see nothing
Like a blindfold for the firing line
Like a preacher for the killing time
If it helps to ease your mind,
Say you're the cure and not the sickness
Think I'll melt my pistol down to a crucifix
Oh the things we do to forget the things we did
Let me be not consoled, let me be consolation
Like a blindfold for the firing line
Like a preacher for the killing time
If it helps to ease your mind,
Say you're the cure and not the sickness
Just like whiskey for a death row meal
Like rain on a killing field
Does it wash away the feeling
Deserve's got nothing to do with it?
I put my hands into the river to wash off all the red
I tear the earth and leave my sins like flowers for the dead
A handful of dirt, a pocketful of gold, a cup of sour wine, the blood from a stone
The lawman's dogma, the murderer's prayer, one a shout, one a whisper, but I see no Difference there
Cuz I am a man who is afraid to die
And I can't tell you when but I'd reckon why
I've got a message for the boatman baby, ask him to pass me by
And I don't think he will but it's worth a try
He won't listen to me, cuz he's a mean motherfucker
Won't listen to me, cuz he's a mean motherfucker
Won't listen to me, cuz he's a mean motherfucking guy
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:13.95] Buried my bullets in the slaver's chest
[00:20.74] For to finally get some rest
[00:24.94] How I long to close my eyes and just see nothing
[00:36.74] Like a blindfold for the firing line
[00:43.24] Like a preacher for the killing time
[00:49.68] If it helps to ease your mind,
[00:52.94] Say you're the cure and not the sickness
[01:30.31] Think I'll melt my pistol down to a crucifix
[01:36.67] Oh the things we do to forget the things we did
[01:42.32] Let me be not consoled, let me be consolation
[03:03.92] Like a blindfold for the firing line
[03:10.34] Like a preacher for the killing time
[03:16.76] If it helps to ease your mind,
[03:20.37] Say you're the cure and not the sickness
[03:29.29] Just like whiskey for a death row meal
[03:35.88] Like rain on a killing field
[03:42.32] Does it wash away the feeling
[03:46.02] deserve's got nothing to do with it?
[04:24.38] I put my hands into the river to wash off all the red
[04:37.58] I tear the earth and leave my sins like flowers for the dead
[04:49.10] A handful of dirt, a pocketful of gold, a cup of sour wine, the blood from a stone
[05:02.40] The lawman's dogma, the murderer's prayer, one a shout, one a whisper, but I see no difference there
[06:13.86] Cuz I am a man who is afraid to die
[06:20.33] And I can't tell you when but I'd reckon why
[06:27.06] I've got a message for the boatman baby, ask him to pass me by
[06:32.92] And I don't think he will but it's worth a try
[06:39.05] He won't listen to me, cuz he's a mean motherfucker
[06:42.15] Won't listen to me, cuz he's a mean motherfucker
[06:45.38] Won't listen to me, cuz he's a mean motherfucking guy
[06:50.77]
[00:20.74] For to finally get some rest
[00:24.94] How I long to close my eyes and just see nothing
[00:36.74] Like a blindfold for the firing line
[00:43.24] Like a preacher for the killing time
[00:49.68] If it helps to ease your mind,
[00:52.94] Say you're the cure and not the sickness
[01:30.31] Think I'll melt my pistol down to a crucifix
[01:36.67] Oh the things we do to forget the things we did
[01:42.32] Let me be not consoled, let me be consolation
[03:03.92] Like a blindfold for the firing line
[03:10.34] Like a preacher for the killing time
[03:16.76] If it helps to ease your mind,
[03:20.37] Say you're the cure and not the sickness
[03:29.29] Just like whiskey for a death row meal
[03:35.88] Like rain on a killing field
[03:42.32] Does it wash away the feeling
[03:46.02] deserve's got nothing to do with it?
[04:24.38] I put my hands into the river to wash off all the red
[04:37.58] I tear the earth and leave my sins like flowers for the dead
[04:49.10] A handful of dirt, a pocketful of gold, a cup of sour wine, the blood from a stone
[05:02.40] The lawman's dogma, the murderer's prayer, one a shout, one a whisper, but I see no difference there
[06:13.86] Cuz I am a man who is afraid to die
[06:20.33] And I can't tell you when but I'd reckon why
[06:27.06] I've got a message for the boatman baby, ask him to pass me by
[06:32.92] And I don't think he will but it's worth a try
[06:39.05] He won't listen to me, cuz he's a mean motherfucker
[06:42.15] Won't listen to me, cuz he's a mean motherfucker
[06:45.38] Won't listen to me, cuz he's a mean motherfucking guy
[06:50.77]