Well, I've been spittin' blood on all the wrong I've done.
Hell, there's not a man as damned as I.
Whatever death has sent, I know it won't be quick,
So spare me the rites and let me got out with style.
O' Holy Ghost, O' Holy Ghost,
O' Holy Ghost won't take my soul.
I am the flame in the forest.
I am the sword of the conquest.
My name is the tremor in the earthquake,
with all the charm of a rattlesnake.
But oh how weary the soul becomes with the weight on my burdened shoulders.
The hate of a thousand men and the broken hearts of a thousand loves.
But i know when I'm dead and gone, you'll pretend to curse my bones,
'Cause everyone loves to hate to love the man that carries the gun, yeah!
But I know when I'm dead and gone, you'll pretend to curse my bones,
'Cause everyone loves to hate to love the man who sets the world on fire.
O' Holy Ghost, O' Holy Ghost,
O'Holy Ghost won't take my soul.
But Oh, who needs ghosts,
Oh, who needs ghosts?
Best get right with the man below.
credits
from Carolyn - EP,
released September 18, 2015
Written by Carolyn.
Recorded at Archer Avenue Studios with Kenny MacWilliams, 2015.
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