The Shirts and Shoes - MRSA

Gray leaves
Cut through the stars
Save me
I don't care who you are
Don't let it hit me again
Don't let it hit me again

Oh my poor old soul
Shake this skin and bone
I don't wanna die
But they keep calling me home
Sayin', "C-c-come on"

The boys think I'm losing my mind
I think we're losing control
You say you want the truth
But Baby you're too scared of the toll
22 Years of my life
Summed up in a phone
And now I'm looking at the state of the world
hummin', "oh my lord"
Then it hits me again

Soon
Soon you'll know
Just how the man likes to play you
Devil'll use your hair for a bow
Baby
What would you do
for a mountain of gold?
Some people kill for a pebble
I'd bleed you for the dust on the floor

Written by:
Alec Gervais, Emiliano Calvo, Eric Gervais, Tyler Charron

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