Junk from Sinner Swing by The Shirts And Shoes

Gimme that Cigarette, man.
Bad for my health,
But I love how it feels.
Oh I could use your help,
Help me shelter all my people
from the turn of the wheel.
And I’m spinning in a fugue state,
But the lights don’t move too fast.
Snap ya fingers and the sky turns purple
Like the lord started hitting the bag.

Now say it again,
“Woah.”
I’ll say it again,
“Woah.”

“Ooo let the liquor sit,
Let the liquor sit.”
When you’re feelin’ way down
Take another sip.
Spill some blood,
Sell your politics.
They don’t hear your voice
When you borrow it.
Baby, who do you think you’re foolin’?
I know you.
But how could you use me, Lady?
Baby?

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