Bone Dice

Fifth and Ash, black Cadillac
Raining nails, blind as a bat
Hollow ring, red lingerie
Santa Fe's only an hour away

'Any night' scrawled on her arm
Lucky strike, a snake with a new charm
Never know, til you're front row
The moon froze, devil been moaning low
No shotgun tells her what to do
In those pointed shoes

Cut the harp from junk iron dawn
Clap along, you rust til you're gone
Morning rose, a deep red ax
Turn the world just when it all seemed flat

Forty-five miles to go
Got a bone dice to throw
Rumors on a desert road
Said it in a tombstone poem
No shotgun tells her what to do
In those pointed shoes



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Roque
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link