Bring It On Home
He was a hell of a cook
He could make anything in a bathtub
Brew some **** up put you out of your head
Make you want to worship the devil
And follow the Black King
A spiral in the dirt
A stick in the ground
Naked people dancing around a fire
Trying to spread their wings
Angel whispers in your ear
Might get you killed
Got no family
No place to go
Everyone is a ghost
You just hit a wall
White powder on the coffee table
We don’t have to talk
You’re hurting and real drunk
A.K.A.: lonely and dangerous
Bring it on home
Yeah bring it on home
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2014
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