Ashtray (feat. Ben Shaw)

Filling my ashtray baby
Got lungs like the road
Can't see anymore
Smell perfume as it comes in the door

Wasted youth on religion
Kept my young body to myself
Fun was every man's living
Trading tender touches for hell

Save me from this devil baby
I need a body to hold
The trees hold the air
The ground holds the cold
And I'm getting old

I was a piece of work it was a piece of me
So a rich man could build a factory
I could have loved if I'd but seen
How alone I could be

Save me from this devil baby
I need a body to hold
The trees hold the air
The ground holds the cold
and I'm getting old

no no no no

I'm getting old



Credits
Writer(s): Kelly Kintner
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