Small Time 'Capone - In the Wake | Текст песни

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Sift through the little things
Wonder what the angels sing
Hear the bells begin to ring
And count your blessings short
She sat me down in Santa Fe
Peeled the pistol from my hand
Cleaned me up, a selfish man
And placed dirt upon my grave
And she said

Dry your eyes you knew this day would come
You squandered off the best of it
And now the worst can’t be undone
It’s no surprise you lay before me now
You filled your pockets with everything
And now the weight has worn you down
and I said

Don’t pray for me, for I
I will haunt you in the wake
Don’t pray for me, for I
Will haunt you in the wake

The world it took the best of me
What you love will never see
Filled my heart with lust for greed
And sent me on my way
So tell me where I went wrong
They’ll sing about my tale in song
There never was a worst of it
And so I never made it out
And Oh

I fell so fast as they shot me down
The shells rang out as they hit the ground
There never was a sweeter sound
As I smiled about my fate
So place your dimes upon my eyes
For this is how I wish to end
Not at the throes of a sick man's bed
But in a blaze of smoke and flame

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