Badless - Tore Down Flat In Jackson Lyrics
Filthy and anonymous in jackson, a dozen keys to nowhere in his handBlack madonna, wont you change his luck and find him fifty grand?cause hes tore down, months from nowhere, with the day-to-day out of his handsOne key fit the door to their apartment, another fit the business he let dieA stray dog whines as the august rains turn ***** ground to mudAnd hes tore down, feelin nothin but the third-rate spirits in his bloodHes livin for a ticket on the whiskey trainThe saddest things to see him venerate that ball and chainRoadhouse corn done cut his strings to somewhere, paper rich done met a ball of fireBlack dog cloud done filled his head and drained him like a vampireNow hes tore down flat in jackson with a daily gig in the backdrop choirHes livin for a ticket on the whiskey trainThe saddest things to see him venerate that ball and chainA thick late august field of pigweed dances, a t.v. from the fillin stations heardHes holdin up the wall, the moment says it all without a wordWell, hes tore down, world stopped movin when halfway to the label claimed it cured
