Hope In Hell
Black Pistol Fire
4:28Sweep the floors, crack the door Off and on, mama, let it breathe Too much time to see them pine Doubling up when the stakes get high Born to lose, baby blue Heaven and my hand is riding on you Don't make sense to reminisce When I loved you, baby, way back when So here we find ourselves, baby, yet again Here we find ourselves, baby, yet again Kiss and tell, Cozumel Did you phone in a fare-thee-well? Sleepless nights, they come alive Rolling down, babe, between those thighs I'm bound to you with something to prove Baby, please, what will we do? Same old sin used to win Keep on running from way back when Here we find ourselves, baby, yet again Here we find ourselves, baby, yet again Roll on, roll on, I keep holding up for you Roll on, roll on, I won't speak too soon Roll on, roll on, I keep holding up for you Roll on, roll on, I won't speak too soon Roll on, roll on, I keep holding up for you Roll on, roll on, I won't speak too soon Here we find ourselves, baby, yet again