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Correct New Cannonball Blues Lyrics
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Hey girls, hey boys No don't mind the noise It's just the sound of being dragged to hell It's just a pornographic adulation ship As we watch the spider's web eat itself Oh there's ? Thing we share All that we've ever known Turn your touch keys off And start harvesting We see if they jump Very soon It's got me singin' Blues that hit you like a cannonball Loud enough to break your bones But it was written in blood Before they wrote it in stone So sing it with me Like it's your own It's got me fucked up and dried up And fed up to get up And bleeding and crying Like I'm mad at the song I'm a carbon copy Now they get me Uh, I don't get where we're going It's got you strung out and bothered And caught up and drownin' And failin' and shot up And feelin' you gotta run You're a carbon copy Now they get me Uh, I don't get where we're going You're gettin' backwards stayin' low luck On the "four hundred blows" Makes you feel like you're all by yourself So when the chance comes along Where you could help right a wrong The bullshit's got you stuck up on the shelf But it's heavy I'm not ready Do you feel like you're swimming in the moat? Well baby follow the sound That's shootin' our of your crown There's only one way up from the floor It's got me fucked up and dried up And fed up can't get up And bleeding and crying Like I'm mad at the song I'm a carbon copy Now they got me Uh, I don't get where we're going It's got you strung out and bothered And caught up and drownin' And failin' and shot up And feelin' you gotta run You're a carbon copy Now they got me Uh, I don't get where we're going Now, gonna tiptoe Gonna run right forward No, not the first time We've been run like dogs Oh, feel the flat bed In the foreign ward Oh raise your fist up Brush the dust off Boy it's got, got, It's got me singing Blues that hit you like a cannonball Loud enough to break your bones But it was written in blood Before they wrote it in stone So sing it with me Like it's your own Those blues that hit you like a cannonball Loud enough to break your bones But with the rising in love Before we take in the song So sing it with me Like it's your own Baby zip up and get up Get ready to push up Hey baby get ready 'cause Yeah yeah it's gonna come If we want to see what's possible for her Won't move away right now You better dust off and get up Get ready to push up Hey baby get ready 'cause Yeah yeah it's gonna come When the truth is spoken Love's a workin' Nothing's gonna weigh us down
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