My hand to God
I didn't mean to
After all what we been through
Men come in different shapes
It's how were made
Little strife
The way I felt most of life
The oak tree covers that old Ford
I miss it Lord
I miss it Lord
These blood red eyes
Don't see so good
But what's worse is if they could
Would I change my ways?
Wasted times and broken dreams
Violent colors, so obscene
Is all I see these days
These days
Watch what you say
The devil is listening
He's got ears
That you wouldn't believe
And brother
Once you go to him
It's your soul
You can never
Never, never retrieve
These blood red eyes
Don't see so good
But what's worse is if they could
Would I change my ways?
Wasted times and broken dreams
Violent colors, so obscene
Is all I see these days
These days
Days
These days
All I see
These days
all i see