Adeem - Meet Death With A Handshake Feat Kaleigh Baker | Текст песни

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• Meet Death With A Handshake Feat Kaleigh Baker

5 a.m., I got a knock on the door/
Wiping sleep from my eyes, body still sore/
Chasing ghosts with a harp and a handclap trap/
Putting nails in the coffin so they never come back/
But maybe my mistakes have finally tracked me down/
I owe money like favors and luck always comes around/
This town is so loud, the quiet death gets lost/
traveling on a pale horse no matter the cost/
to break the gates down and force your way in/
footsteps crack the stone, my hands grab the violin/
It's 5 a.m., at least the sky and stars look about right/
The moon looks full of revenge and spite/
Coming down on me like I don't know my scripture/
But I can use these words and fists to paint pictures/
Usually red is my color of choice/
Can't always count on somebody hearing my voice, I'm saying/
Good sense would be my probable cause/
Jury can't see me, judge can't force no charge/
You like that? Tell me, what's the attraction/
Trouble don't look pretty but it's full of action/
They must be looking for the serpent/
Or the last bite of the apple/
But I heard it wasn't worth it to let talk like that travel/
Into your home or into your business/
Still knocking down that door trying to start what I'll finish/
Come on

When death comes knocking comes knocking when death comes knocking on my door/
I'm a meet it with a handshake and I won't have to say no more

Everybody gotta a story; I choose to listen then judge/
Hell can wait, but heaven hurries a man up/
I work for both sides, making my living on souls/
I make them all decide what matters to them more/
Some want answers, others get confused/
How I make you choose between the hands or tools/
I use a hammer and nails or my knuckles and scales/
While singing certain notes could send you right into the air/
They want explanations for their grief, unjust and corrupt/
Some sit down for whiskey, some just want blood/
That's why my body rises when dawn comes calling/
New face new story feel the temperature dropping/
When I see my warm breath paint the window closed/
My hands feel the fire like I'm raking the coals/
So it goes to his children singing songs of threat/
While I'm clapping for my life on the threshold of regret

When death comes knocking comes knocking when death comes knocking on my door/
I'm a meet it with a handshake and I won't have to say no more,

Keep knocking on my door...keep knocking on my door...

I was born an orphan passed down through rivers and plains/
Outcast on my terms, like St. Alexis gave my life away/
To a troubled unpredictable world that needed two hands/
I gave them at the wrists, obeyed every command/
Started seeing hollow bodies following me home/
Grieving and singing about their loved ones gone/
12 years old sleeping in a shed guarded by thorns/
The first knock on the door started my holy war/
Good and evil couldn't help me/
Down and out couldn't make them see/
Only a saint without a name setting prisoners free/
Work and suffer, my sisters and brothers/
Find me when it's time to discover your maker or your lover/
Held in tight arms taking a leap of faith/
I remember every life; I remember every face/
I can't tell you what they'll see, it's not my business to ask/
Heaven or hell is what I'm giving let me show you the path

When death comes knocking comes knocking when death comes knocking on my door/
I'm a meet it with a handshake and I won't have to say no more,

Keep knocking on my door...keep knocking on my door...

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