Badlees, The
River Songs
Bendin' the Rules
Pity my brother
For how he's suffered me
Pity my brother
Through nameless towns
For how he's suffered me
And cold prairie
Through nameless towns
For restless women
And cold prairie
At the end of the line
For restless women
Who tendered checks for
At the end of the line
A promise divine
Who tendered checks for
Cash as quick as 'vegas'
A promise divine
Like 'vegas' in a dream
I work this charismatic ruse
Cash as quick as "vegas"
For my brother's peace and being
Like "vegas" in a dream
Sittin' tight in moline
I work this charismatic ruse
The money on the bed
For my brother's peace and being
With every memory sharp to me
Sittin' tight in moline
And the fear of times ahead
The money on the bed
With every memory sharp to me
And the fear of times ahead
Maybe the good book
Came from the divine
Or maybe it was written
Maybe the good book
Just to keep us in line
Came from the divine
The mistakes of the sages
Or maybe it was written
Make the rules for the fools
Just to keep us in line
So father forgive me
The mistakes of the sages
For bendin' the rules...
Make the rules for the fools
So father forgive me
Well, mister he improved some
For bendin' the rules...
With the money I scammed
Some days his light shines as bright
Well, mister he improved some
As the light of the promised land
With the money i scammed
Death was often something
Some days his light shines as bright
We freely would discuss
As the light of the promised land
When he was ten and I was twelve
Death was often something
And the spectre would often brush
We freely would discuss
In and out of treatments
When he was ten and i was twelve
Since twenty months of age
And the spectre would often brush
At eighteen the insurance
No longer would maintain
In and out of treatments
And my old man in the kitchen
Since twenty months of age
His hands upon his face
At eighteen the insurance
Did weep to shake his very soul
No longer would maintain
In the darkness of this place
And my old man in the kitchen
His hands upon his face
Did weep to shake his very soul
In the darkness of this place
Hold me Saint Christopher
Over every county line
Overlook my blasphemy
For the sake of buying time
Hold me saint christopher
Grant him days of laughter
Over every county line
Bestow me clemency
Overlook my blasphemy
He sleeps soft in the back seat
For the sake of buying time
His freedom from ordeal
Grant him days of laughter
To every ruddy youngster
Bestow me clemency
Off free in summer's fields
He sleeps soft in the back seat
And every young lass poised to claim
His freedom from ordeal
Her share of what love yields
To all the grieving angels
To every ruddy youngster
And the litany of saints
Off free in summer's fields
I am my brother's keeper
And every young lass poised to claim
To what end decides the fates
Her share of what love yields
To all the grieving angels
And the litany of saints
I am my brother's keeper
To what end decides the fates