Boot Hill
from Justin Stahlman Music Hosted by Justin Stahlman
NOTES Music 2011 Lyrics and re-recording of all guitars and bass 7 dec. 2015 LYRICS Stand in line, wait your turn At high noon, rest assured one day you're going to lose Whisky jar, up to your room One day those girls will come for you You're paranoid, talk to Freud Pick a fight you're never unemployed Stake your claim, the gold is mine Go to war bring the everloving wine Cause life's not as long as it seems They live... the life they redeem They die... dead men tell no tales Don't say... they ran out of thrills Bury them up on Boot Hill Pantomime, clear your mind Close your eyes, you're teaching colour to the blind You can't be nice, and we're deprived Of the air that went out when you arrived You broke your sword, it's raining fish You're a genie who couldn't grant a wish Ain't that shame, ain't got no pen I need write this down for wiser men Just write my will For another dollar another refill This glass was never quite empty Can't say... they ran out of thrills Bury them up on Boot Hill I don't have to stare down your gun To have a barrel of fun, good earthly fun How about all you men bow down on your knees 'Tis the lord's day, now make your way I don't have to be a righteous priest To believe I'll dine at the eternal feast A bad man searching for a bad girl's grace I'm a lonesome dove with a lust for lace Cause life's not as long as it seems They live... a life of extremes They die... dead men tell no tales Don't say... they ran out of thrills Bury them up on Bury them up on Bury them up on Boot Hill
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