Liz Fraser You're not my eater I'm not your food Love you for God Love you for the Mother Eat me In the space Within my heart Love you for God Love
Take a step before runnin', yeah Take a breath now before you die When you work the streets, darlin' Make sure your sneaker laces, they get tied I be your black
I was a movin' man in my younger days But I gone out of my ramblin' ways I left that road so far behind Now I know, oh babe I got mine, I got mine I
With guilt that no man should carry Heavy enough for me to get buried I see death on the road tonight It's got me to where I wanna run and hide Oh, I
I heard you threw your man around Pick him up just to let him down It's a shame baby but I always knew Just the way you're gonna do, oh Oh no, just a
You said the moon was ours, yeah You said the moon was ours, to hell with the day The sunlight is always gonna take love away Brings up suspicions and
It happened when I heard her name Same 'ol thought crept back again Oh, and grew, they grew And somewhere in my sorry state The lightening struck that
All right It happened when I heard her name The same ol' thoughts crept back again Oh, they grew, yeah they grew Somewhere in my sorry state The lightening
Gone like the wind And the state it put him in To hold his head high When he really wanna die And you know the difference it makes And you know all that
King and sons of God Travel on their way from the earth Coming restless mile Easing all of them, all of them for you Strange times are here Strange times
It don't matter where you been The people try to do you in Every day till dawn There's some thieving going on, oh Oh no, hurt me so Just the same old
Went around the way for you Did all the things you asked me to I thought it was the perfect day To see just open love to say It doesn't mean a thing
You're not my eater I'm not your food Love you for God Love you for the Mother Eat me in the space Within my heart Love you for God Love you for the
core As songs are sung for the tender ones The black thrash attack Crack of thunder, At dawn we slumber... ...in these clumps of flesh Its the black thrash attack
If you hated music Would you be a mother with a family? If your songs weren't written Would I still get shivers from your silence Until tears are welled
You should say, should say, some things about me, that I don't like to believe. Cause I, don't like, the sound, of what i might be when that old ghost