SHAWN MAFIA

SHAWN MAFIA
2009-06-18
SHAWN MAFIA

Lyrics

got to lift me up into the arms of the lord

walking to the door with Jesus

wash these hands in the blood of the lamb

walking to the door with Jesus

God got me on a supernatural high

walking to the door with Jesus

gonna turn around and wave the Devil goodbye

walking to the door with Jesus

well I know I sinned

and I gotta turn myself in

there’s a light at the door

burning forever more

walking to the door with Jesus

walking to the door with Jesus

walking to the door with Jesus

tried to break the spell of whiskey

walking to the door with Jesus

Devil water got to get behind me

walking to the door with Jesus

I’m all alone and I need a friend

walking to the door with Jesus

to meet me where the pearly gates begin

walking to the door with Jesus

well I know I sinned

and I gotta turn myself in

there’s a light at the door

burning forever more

walking to the door with Jesus

walking to the door with Jesus

walking to the door with Jesus

my divine compass only points South

walking to the door with Jesus

you need to come inside and cast Satan out

walking to the door with Jesus

been so lost that I’ll never be found

walking to the door with Jesus

been waiting for that golden trumpet to sound

well I know I sinned

and I gotta turn myself in

there’s a light at the door

burning forever more

walking to the door with Jesus

walking to the door with Jesus

walking to the door with Jesus

pig weed growing up through my faith

walking to the door with Jesus

got to rake the yard and shut the gate

walking to the door with Jesus

looking for that vacancy sign in the sky

walking to the door with Jesus

gonna go to my reward when I die

well I know I sinned

and I gotta turn myself in

there’s a light at the door

burning forever more

walking to the door with Jesus 

SHAWN MAFIA
2009-06-18
SHAWN MAFIA

Lyrics

stand up in the court room

hide your bottle of gin

there ain’t no intermission

once this story begins

down past your alibis

there’s murky, bloodshot lies

so take me back to the beginning

ain’t got a soul for sinning

drop the blue steel revolver

there’s a low fire in the still

when you murder in the twilight

every man get’s his thrill

lone stranger in town schemes

with a suitcase full of broken dreams

so take me back to the beginning

ain’t got a soul for sinning

walked straight out of rehab

sold my car and bought a gun

found her prostrate in another man’s arms

that’s when we started the fun

blood, bullets and whiskey rained down

jumped a freight train and skipped town

so take me back to the beginning

ain’t got a soul for sinning

we’re all misplaced and wanting

for everything we ain’t got

you can bluff your losing hand in life

but God keeps raising the pot

take a dream stick hit, pop a biscuit clip

the prosecution let the motive slip

so take me back to the beginning

ain’t got a soul for sinning

buddy you might make bail tonight

but you’ll be buried come dawn

hold up in the Pennywise motel

and it won’t be long

a left handed wife can lay you low

until you skip town with a suitcase full of dough

so take me back to the beginning

ain’t got a soul for sinning

SHAWN MAFIA
2009-06-18
Shawn Mafia

Lyrics

they say true love is only a ghost on the screen

many talk about but a few have seen

every pretty face comes with a string attached

I fell right into your booby trap

you’re a scab picker … picker

won’t leave my wounded heart alone

scab picker … picker

won’t leave my wounded heart

won’t leave my wounded heart

won’t leave my wounded heart alone

if true love was in the cards for you and me

you know I’d even try and part the Red Sea

but you stomp me out like a cigarette butt

kick me to the curb with the other chumps

you’re a scab picker … picker

won’t leave my wounded heart alone

scab picker … picker

won’t leave my wounded heart

won’t leave my wounded heart

won’t leave my wounded heart alone

in a dark, rancid room filled with regret

a table for one is always set

you’re a padlock and I’m the rusted chain

together we lock the gates of love, in vain

you’re a scab picker … picker

won’t leave my wounded heart alone

scab picker … picker

won’t leave my wounded heart

won’t leave my wounded heart

won’t leave my wounded heart alone

so I parked out past Lover’s Lane

and we got down to some back seat games

stuck in fourth gear ever sense that night

all we do is love, curse, drink and fight

you’re a scab picker … picker

won’t leave my wounded heart alone

scab picker … picker

won’t leave my wounded heart

won’t leave my wounded heart

won’t leave my wounded heart alone

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