Seven Horses Seen Or Through The Hours, Still Comes Another Day

Hey there, little boy, don't you be afraid
Your father doesn't love you, and he's made your mom a lave
They got between the sheets to make your little frame
With larcenies and lies, all signs and arrows aim

And it's always gonna be the same
Take the barrel, take the breath and the aim
And it's always gonna feel the same
Take the mark and the sake, and the blame

Hey there, little boy, now don't you be afraid
Your mommy doesn't love you and your daddy's just a slave
He smokes up all the sheets, then he buys some more cocaine
He'll find films of him banging broads, and it could be your mother all the same

And our lord's always gonna be the same
Take the drift, take the time and the game
And our lord's always gonna feel the same
Take the barrel, take the breath and the aim

And life will always be the same
Take the barrel, take the breath and the aim
And life's always gonna feel the same
Take the mark and the sake, and the blame



Credits
Writer(s): Micah P. Hinson
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