Lyrics Shiloh - Fashion Jackson, Jam in the Van

Shiloh

Shiloh sold his soul this afternoon
For a bicycle and a big red balloon
His pops will stumble through the front door soon
Shiloh sold his soul this afternoon
Shiloh’s mother doesn’t care for god
Once hopeful prayers choked by gentle sobs
Limp across a freshly cut front lawn
Shiloh’s mother doesn’t care for god
'Cause they were blessed by drunken angels with no discretion at 2AM on a
Sunday morning
Honestly, they hardly notice it now
Shiloh’s older brother’s getting high
While their little sister tells a lie
To all her friends she says they’re getting by
Shiloh’s older brother’s getting high
But Shiloh knows that things will be okay
He was promised a red-letter day
And all he has to do is smile and wait
Shiloh knows that things will be okay
'Cause he sold his soul to a fallen angel down at the playground one afternoon
under fleeting daylight
Honestly, he hardly notices now
Shiloh’s brother OD’d on the front porch but that’s alright 'cause the cops
came and saw his father
Eyes coiled in red circles
Sends his mother hurtling down the staircase to the judgement of someone who
he’s not entirely sure if he’s entirely unfamiliar with
They were blessed by drunken angels with no discretion at 2AM on a Sunday
morning
Honestly, he hardly notices now
'Cause he sold his soul to a fallen angel down at the playground one afternoon
under fleeting daylight
Honestly
He’s forgotten about it now
He’s forgotten about it now
He’s forgotten about it now