Dark Alleyways

The brothel has an antique bed
The farm has a field to plow
The night sky has a blood red moon
It makes the wolves wanna howl
The brothel has an antique bed
Some things are best left unsaid
But baby, it's too late for that now

My favorite city has dark alleyways
The record has its grooves
If you play with the Ouija board
Your fingers start to move
My favorite city has dark alleyways
I see it written on your face
You've been acquainted with the blues

I couldn't tell you what I came here for
But I know what I can get for a few dollars more

The whiskey disinfects the wound
The river cleans the sin
At least that's what I told myself
Right before I jumped in
The whiskey disinfects the wound
Hold the lighter underneath the spoon
Let the cycle start again



Credits
Writer(s): Gregory Connolly
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