Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brother in the Night, artist - The Weeks. Album song Dear Bo Jackson, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 22.07.2013
Record label: Crooked Letter
Song language: English
Brother in the Night |
| Well I trace shapes and clouds and I saw things I never seen |
| We move renegades down in the states reload there magazine |
| Almost killed me in that city it was far to close to call |
| To put money in the bags with wanted posters off the wall |
| Say I’m wanted for a murder of a man I never seen |
| They say I shot him dead, one to his head, somewhere in holly springs |
| They have killed a man before not the one that they explain |
| They’ll see the barrel of my gun before they ever see me hang |
| Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood |
| Still pumping blood |
| Well ill bury my money in the mighty Mississippi mud |
| Oh and if my southern lungs wont let me breath |
| Wont Let me breath |
| Well ill wake up the cicadas and I’ll let them push it out for me |
| Well death is always close there always fortress on my trail |
| And the inside of this hotels better than a prison cell |
| Well that southern whiskeys stinging singing words upon my breath |
| I was worried bout forgetting so I tattooed it on my chest |
| I’m a southern man forever like the wind inside the ponds |
| And my grandpa used to sing it oh to my brother and I |
| How I wish could get back the precious thoughts and newer skin |
| And we scurried out the window before the cops they busted in |
| Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood |
| Still pumping blood |
| Well ill bury my money in the mighty Mississippi mud |
| Oh and if my southern lungs wont let me breath |
| Wont Let me breath |
| Well ill wake up the cicadas and I’ll let them push it out for me |
| We were messages familians, we’re a midnight mascaraed |
| We can walk away form all this as the town goes up in flames |
| As civilians in a war we can die right were we live |
| You can walk away from all this go back home to see your kids |
| I’ve got a knife inside my boot yes my brothers got one too |
| We can bring em all, lets have a ball, ive got nothing to lose |
| I got hearts and bended knees that shake no one that can see |
| No one here was coming faster, no one there will bother me |
| Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood |
| Still pumping blood |
| Well ill bury my money in the mighty Mississippi mud |
| Oh and if my southern lungs wont let me breath |
| Wont Let me breath |
| Well ill wake up the cicadas and I’ll let them push it out for me |