Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Man Tap , by - The Devil Makes Three. Song from the album Longjohns, Boots and a Belt, in the genre КантриRelease date: 30.10.2016
Record label: Kahn
Song language: English
Man Tap |
| You may be sitting outside, now, just feeling like you’re bullet proof |
| Turns out you ain’t doing a god damn thing, brown-bagging outside of that |
| telephone booth |
| All the times it seems so hard, just to get your hands upon the pouring rain |
| Soon as you feel yourself crawl back up, you’re on your way back down again |
| You just pray with me, lost daughters and sons |
| Drink a little, smoke before the barrel of the gun |
| Them troubles outside of my door |
| There ain’t no way to add them up there’s going to be so many more |
| You just stay with me lost daughters and sons |
| Ain’t nobody leaving until this bottle is done |
| Them troubles outside of my door |
| There ain’t no way to add them up there’s going to be |
| There’s going to be, there’s going to be so many more |
| Now life’s cheap but surely got the power to transform a creature of the sky to |
| a creature of the land |
| It only takes just one card to either make or break a great hand |
| You could be making so much noise then all of sudden smack, not a single sound |
| Seems like a hand sweeps out of the sky and introduces your body to the grit of |
| the ground |
| You just pray with me, lost daughters and sons |
| Ain’t nobody leaving until this bottle is done |
| Them troubles outside of my door |
| There ain’t no way to add them up there’s going to be so many more |
| You just stay with me lost daughters and sons |
| Drink a little, smoke before the barrel of the gun |
| Them troubles outside of my door |
| There ain’t no way to add them up there’s going to be |
| There’s going to be, there’s going to be so many more |
| Happiness, now what is this, just a ghost trapped shadow wrapped in choking |
| chains |
| A beast that’s seldom heard and seen, except inside of our miswired brains |
| Top of the ladder, bottom of the barrel, both feel like they can’t be satisfied |
| Some cross with a dime, some leave with a dollar, both got nothing on the other |
| side |
| You just pray with me, lost daughters and sons |
| Drink a little, smoke before the barrel of the gun |
| Them troubles outside of my door |
| There ain’t no way to add them up there’s going to be so many more |
| You just stay with me lost daughters and sons |
| Ain’t nobody leaving until this bottle is done |
| Them troubles outside of my door |
| There ain’t no way to add them up there’s going to be |
| There’s going to be, there’s going to be so many more |