Dean Omori - De-Map My Heart

Boozed and blown
Papa upped and gone
Currency here's a pretty little mouth
Mama writing a book about bones
Alabama fam
Buzzards lying down
Dead dog in the water hole
And they tell me devil's sacred of this town
Whacked out by design
Truth's 'bout as worthless as lyin'
Singing to the shadows have I lost my mind
Round here harder living than dying
You're cooking up shit by the firebird sign
And the preacher's brewing up a storm
Nailed your chin to your chest again
And you ain't waking up until the morning
Down that road you take your comfort alone
The narcotics vig is on
Everybody's life ain't their own
They smoked all the pages from the library
And your soul already got up and gone
These farm boys are punchy with love
They never know when enough is enough
Little sister drew a dead tree and a rope
And I'm bull horned to de-map my heart
The world is living in dog town
We're all living down in dog town
De-map my heart
And some places are lower than scum
Darling got our baby to come
She blew out his candle with a shot in the dark
And that night across the field we run
You're cooking up shit by the firebird sign
And the preacher's brewing up a storm
Nailed your chin to your chest again
And you ain't waking up until the morning
Oh down that road you take your comfort alone
De-map my heart
De-map my heart
De-map my heart

Written by:
Dean Omori

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