The Weeks - Brother In The Night Lyrics
Well I trace shapes in clouds and I saw things I've never seenWe move like renegades down interstates reload their magazineAlmost killed us in that city it was far too close to callSo we put money in the bags ripped wanted posters off the wallSay I’m wanted for a murder of a man I've never seenThey say I shot him dead, one to his head, somewhere in Holly SpringsMay have killed a man before, but not the one that they exclaimThey’ll see the barrel of my gun before they ever see me hangOh if my southern hearts still pumping bloodStill pumping bloodWell I'll bury my own money in the mighty Mississippi mudMississippi mudOh and if my southern lungs won't let me breatheWon't let me breatheWell I'll wait for the cicadas and I’ll let them push it out for meWell death is always close there's always vultures on my trailAnd the inside of this hotels better than a prison cellWell that southern whiskeys stinging singing words upon my breathI was worried about forgetting so I tattooed it on my chestI’m a southern man forever like the wind inside the pinesAnd my Grandma used to sing it oh to my brother and IHow I wish could get back the precious thoughts and newer skinAnd we scurried out the window 'for the cops they busted inOh if my southern hearts still pumping bloodStill pumping bloodWell I'll bury my own money in the mighty Mississippi mudMississippi mudOh and if my southern lungs won't let me breatheWon't let me breatheWell I'll wait for the cicadas and I’ll let them push it out for meWe were messengers for millions, we're a midnight masqueradeWe can walk away from all this as the town goes up in flamesAs civilians in a war we can die right where we liveWell you can walk away from all this go back home and see your kidsI've got a knife inside my boot yes my brothers got one tooYou can bring 'em on, lets have a ball, got nothing to loseI got hearts and bended knees that shake no one that can seeNo one here was coming faster, no one there will bother meOh if my southern hearts still pumping bloodStill pumping bloodWell I'll bury my own money in the mighty Mississippi mudMississippi mudOh and if my southern lungs won't let me breatheWon't let me breatheWell I'll wait for the cicadas and I’ll let them push it out for me
