SHARED ARMS LYRICS

"Bailbonds"

Soaked the night in a bottle of bread.
Woke up this morning with horns on my head.
It all comes back.
So while praising my hands for the help getting up,
I’m cursing them both for refreshing the cup,
but it all comes back.
Yeah it all comes back.
And it’s not what I want it to be.
Weighing my worth out in dimes.
And it’s not what I want it to be.
I guess now I’m doing the time.
Grinding stone, bail me out.
These horns, file them down.
(save me)
File them down.

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