These four walls of Farnworth
Are closin' in on me
My final meal is over
And they're gonna set me free
I can feel the fires burn
As the devil guards my door
I hit my knees in search of Jesus
On a cold jailhouse floor
Now I'm singing
Get me out of here
I see the preacher's eyes
As my daughter cries
When they strap me in this chair
Lord, I hope she forgives me
For leavin' her race away
Yeah, tonight I'll ride the lightning
To my final judgment day
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Every life
Oh,
I was a death
That's what my Bible says
Oh, me, I owe mine to this state
For shootin' that boy to death
A liquor store tent
He was reachin' for his gun
Now his mom's a dead man
And his mama sits there smilin'
As a ball shits a roll-on wound
Now I'm singing
Get me out of here
I see the preacher's eyes
As my daughter cries
And they strap me in this chair
Lord, I hope she forgives me
For leavin' her race away
Yeah, tonight I'll ride the lightning
To my final judgment day
A hungry blue-eyed baby cryin'
Made me a rob-ass store
And as that boy lay there dyin'
I drop my pistol on the floor
Yeah, I take it all back
But there's nothin' I can do
They've covered my face
And the order's gone through
As a ball shits
Roll on to the moon
Now I'll fly
Up an avenue
I slowly rise
Let my body ride
Leave my body in this chair
Lord, I hope you forgive me
For leavin' my life this way
Yeah, tonight I'll ride the lightning
To my final judgment day
These four walls are fond words
These four walls are fond words
These four walls are fond words
Are closin' in on me
Thank you, Chaconne.