Lyrics Evil - Shovels & Rope

Evil

Standing in line at the equestrian mart, looks like it’s about to rain
I’ve got two small kids and I’m late on the rent, wife’s dead two
Weeks to the day
Dead two weeks to the, two weeks to the day
Well the sun came out, but it was cold as hell;
my fingers were as
Numb as my mind
When my quarter horse 'Reg' kicked me in the head, while I was
Shoeing him up from behind
Shoeing him up, shoeing him up from behind
But every now and then I get evil
I’m ashamed in the shadow of the steeple
I’m a lunatic looking through a keyhole
I hit my kids, but I don’t mean to
I’m a dead dog lying on the sidewalk
Another victim of the mortgage bubble pop
Waiting on the other shoe to drop, ah
Melanie lives at the house next down, got a head full of auburn curls
I seen her standing in the mud with her baseball glove, spitting at the
Other girls
Spitting at the, spitting at the other girls
Well here she comes in the afternoon with some apples and a pack of
Reds
She bathes my babies, then she reads me to sleep;
nothing much ever
Gets said
Nothing much ever gets, nothing much ever gets said
But every now and then I get evil
I’m ashamed in the shadow of the steeple
I’m a lunatic looking through a keyhole
I hit my kids, but I don’t mean to
I’m a dead dog lying on the sidewalk
Another victim of the mortgage bubble pop
Waiting on the other shoe to drop, ah
Ooh, ooh
Well the cops show up with their lights turned off, judge Johnny from
Across the street
Had some calls light night 'bout something didn’t look right
Grab your things, you better come with me
Accusations in a room with a neon light;
she said, «don't you pay us
No mind»
All we ever shared was a loneliness, he and I was two of a kind
He and I was two of, was two of a kind
But every now and then I get evil
I’m ashamed in the shadow of the steeple
I’m a lunatic looking through a keyhole
I hit my kids, but I don’t mean to
I’m a dead dog lying on the sidewalk
'Nother victim of the mortgage bubble pop
Waiting on the other shoe to drop, ah