St. Joseph

I've burned my love
Old machinery
And now I've got shakes beneath my seat
An old cold n' dead bone in my arm

It burns me every time I pound and pray
A bell in a reception calls my name:
"Sir this outfit allows you to exchange your whole pain for this"

St. Joseph, make rain my tears
Look back breath in your first Kiss
It tastes like the rust I snuff to get some joy, please...

St. Joseph, make rain my tears
Look back breathe in your first years
It tastes like rehab for your eyes and now I'm lost...

December comes, there's no snow to clean
My land is dry, not an American dream
Make me a good boy giving while I'm soaked in gasoline
Forever damned where my demons dwell
The fog, the flow, the blood this river sells
Then give me a fix to survive Christmas eve inside the well

St. Joseph, make rain my tears
Look back breathe in your first Kiss
It tastes like the rust I snuff to get some joy, please...

St. Joseph, make rain my tears
Look breathe in your first years
It tastes like rehab for your eyes and now I'm lost...

St. Joseph, make rain my tears
Look back breathe in your first Kiss
It tastes like the rust I snuff to get some joy, please...

St. Joseph, make rain my tears
Look back breathe in your first years
It tastes like rehab for your eyes and now I'm lost...

St. Joseph, make rain my tears
Look back breathe in your first Kiss
It tastes like the rust I snuff to get some joy, please...

St. Joseph, make rain my tears
Look back breathe in your first years
It tastes like rehab for your eyes and now I'm lost...



Credits
Writer(s): Flavio Freire, Erico De Oliveira, Izidio Wenderson Cunha, Jean Medeiros Lima
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