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Glue - Aint nothing promised about tomorrow
(from the album Sunset Lodge EP)
© copyright 2005

without sunshine your garden canít grow...

the devil was made to trick us,
jesus was made to keep us right,
ainít nothing promised about tomorrow,
so we better leave town tonight,
if the guitar doesnít get us, then for sure the organ will,
you can hear the dead singing, if you stand real still,

half the street lamps are burnt out,
theyíre the map leading us home,
half the sidewalks are broken,
thatís been our only home,
the bus wonít stop for me,
it knows I'm headed for trouble,
i could hitchhike my way, but the road knows me to well,
that sunshine i was talking about, doesnít need a job like me,
the world depends on that light so they can see,
I'm trying to get out of town with a blind guide and some spare change,
i know my background is messy, but lord I'm set in my ways,
I donít regret my path, but i got mistakes like the rest,
iíve seen these hands rich, and i wasnít impressed,

the devil was made to trick us,
god is there to keep us right,
ainít nothing promised about tomorrow
so we better leave town tonight,
if the guitar doesnít get us then for sure the bass will,
got a head full worry and mouth full of pills,

lord i wasnít made to wear a prison number,
i wasnít made to own a fancy car,
you gave me 2 feet, to walk till I'm gone,
iíve been getting around on the rails,
sailing around your big world,
praising your name in case they havenít heard,
my vices are simple lord, since i was a child,
i need soul in that rhythm and my people to be wild,
trouble knows my every move,
follows me into every bed i find,
I'm trying to teach the devil to keep his hands off mine,
the law wasnít made for drifters,
it canít understood how we move,
glide over highways, iíve got nothing but time to lose,
this town has gone crooked, i canít straighten it out,
every woman is a siren, every good man is down,
i donít regret this path, but i got mistakes like the rest,
iíve seen these hands dirt poor, and i wasnít impressed

the devil was made to trick us,
the holy spirit keeps us right,
ainít nothing promised about tomorrow,
so we better leave town tonight,
if the guitar doesnít get us then sure the drums will,
lord give me something, iíve got nothing but time to kill.

a stomp and clap is all we need,
a shock to the system to plant the seed,
Up from the roots comes a giant tree,
lord, let it burn so we can hear you scream,
weíll play, all day, keep moving the feet,
shuffle while you struggle to feel the beat,
we gotta work, gotta work for every penny we get,
spend it on tithes, keep my pockets in check,
holy spirit, i know you hear it, i scream at the ceiling,
barely breathing, looking for a sign,
looking for a reason, give drive, give me feeling,
edge of life, staring down, at a future and a past,
one makes me fly, one makes me crash,
City nights find a righteous man left in the cold,
Bitter fights bind egos like greed will always do to gold,

i never regretted this path, but i got mistakes like the rest,
iíve seen jesusís hands bleed and finally was impressed.