Smoky Mountain Angel (Of Doom) (OurVinyl Sessions)

I am the messenger
I am the smoky mountain angel of doom
Here in the room
Put my jacket on
You're gonna pay for every day you slammed that door

Would he, porch king of San Juan,
Make a steel angel of you
I've seen maybe fourteen of his angels
Sitting on his Green Street stoop

And with my hands on ten and two
Man, I got so heavy the sun withdrew
But I drove through the night for a word with you, well

How was I to know you'd never come home
The refrigerator buzz sounded so alone and the Kettle goes quiet
Wild winds silent
Storm begins to form, in the living room
Lights go out

I am the reckoner
Your jury on your judgement day
You atone for every phone call
Claimed to have been out-of-state

I hung up the bills and I did the math
And the sum was time that I can't subtract
Well I gave you my word and I want my word back

How was I to know you'd never come home
The refrigerator buzz sounded so alone and the
Kettle grows quiet. Wild winds silent
Storm begins to form, in the living room
Lights go out



Credits
Writer(s): Caleb David Groh
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