The Reverend and Mrs. David E. Cash

Every angel wants to be like man
Ain't no safe place under heaven
Every future knows well the past
If you don't believe me
Just ask the Reverend and Mrs. David E. Cash

Every man fights his own demons
When he's down, he lives within
Every hour soon turns to trash
Why did the good life go so fast
For the Reverend and Mrs. David E. Cash

Nothing moving across the house
Rotting wood, cover the windows
In the distance, lonesome shouts o
Of saints and sinners and ghosts
Every rose has her finest day
Wishing young she could stay
But time does his cruel math
Where do we all go
With the Reverend and Mrs. David E. Cash



Credits
Writer(s): Douglas Jaffe, Craig Brandwein
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