Josephine

Takin' turns 'round the bottle
'Til our needs become the gospel
Both us pining
We give up trying to find someone to love

Waking sweating in the basement
Like we ain't got no care
Burning throats, blood in our mouths
We're down, down to the bone
We're down, down to the bone

Living like an infidel
Breathing smoke and coughing lungs
Waiting for that flood to come
'Til then you've got to serve someone

Oh, her name
Rings just like a bell
Inside my head

Josephine
I can't forget
She's gone, gone with the dead
She's gone, gone with the dead

Living like an infidel
Breathing smoke and coughing lungs
Waiting for that flood to come
'Til then you've got to serve someone
'Til then you've got to serve someone



Credits
Writer(s): James Bradshaw
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