Testo Revival Mode - Every Time I Die
Testo della canzone Revival Mode (Every Time I Die), tratta dall'album Ex Lives (Deluxe Edition)
Thanks, Lord, but I don't need anymore
Poor advice, poor advice
Caught in the cannon with a one-way ticket
Four riders in a town with one horse
I've wagered a sure thing
Against what was behind the first door
Stack the chips, ready to ride
Out of sight, out of mind
It's foolproof, and it won't do
To make safe bets while I'm toeing the line
Thanks, Lord, but I don't need anymore
Poor advice, poor advice
Thanks, Lord, but I don't need anymore
Poor advice, poor advice
I had a lock on a dirty little secret
A raging bull who was fixed to fall down
I've been waiting at ringside
My whole life, but I'm still swinging on
I've got debts piling high
I've got addictions, ex-wives
But I've stayed true, so I thank you
For bearing witness while I waste my fucking life
I'm ready to pay the judge
To pay the judge, to pay the judge now
I need to tip the scales, some sort of bribery
I'm not waiting this out
I need to pay the judge
To pay the judge, to pay the judge now
I need to grease the palms, some sort of certainty
I'm sick of waiting this out
I should have learned a more noble craft
Out of the library, into the lab
And will machine gunners please step forth?
Will machine gunners please step forth?
There's only room on this rescue boat
For butchers and bakers and men with hope
And will machine gunners please step forth?
Will machine gunners please step forth?
Thanks, Lord, but I don't need anymore
Poor advice, poor advice
Thanks, Lord, but I don't need anymore
Poor advice, poor advice
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Writer(s): Jordan Taylor Buckley, Andrew John Williams, Keith Michael Buckley, Joshua C. Newton, Ryan Kerry Rejan Leger
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