Shane Smith & the Saints - Parliament Smoke

Patsy Cline sang like a sparrow
To heal our fights
As Parliament smoke
Would come alive
Like an M16 held by a juvenile
Just trying to get home

Fly away demons and heartache
That I send your way
All of the time.
Cause Heaven awaits your kind as my kind
Hides and prays, until that
Final curtain call

I beg your forgiveness, and
I won't let you down
I'll hold you close and hope for the best, darlin'
When those trumpets sound

Can't you feel the wind a-blowing
And the rivers overflowing
There's no denyin' that I did you wrong
And I can't make it right, I can't make it right

I beg your forgiveness, and
I won't let you down
I'll hold you close and hope for the best, darlin'
When those trumpets sound

Patsy Cline sang like a sparrow
To heal our fights with Parliament smoke

Written by:
Shane Smith, Lauren Smith

Publisher:
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