The Show Must Go On
Madam Radar
3:39When I walked in in my new satin jacket Set you upright by the stacks of old books Saw you on fire with your fists in the bracket The meanest of mean and the coldest of looks The meanest of mean and the coldest of looks We ain't been good since the year of the bottle When you fell down on your grandmother's porch We had all those words with your foot on the throttle That busted old car it lit up like a torch That busted old car it lit up like a torch How long must I pay for the sins of your father Carry the weight of his words on my will I made the mistake of never leavin' when I oughta Now you and the devil can rest on this hill You and the devil can rest on this hill Now bury me round where the pines flank the river Sheltered old hole on the banks of the hill Try holdin' me down but I'm holdin' the trigger Honey you know first hand that I will Honey you know first hand that I will How long must I pay for the sins of your father Carry the weight of his words on my will I made the mistake of never leavin' when I oughta Now you and the devil can rest on this hill How long must I pay for the sins of your father And carry the weight of his words on my will I made the mistake of never leavin' when I oughta Now you and the devil can rest on this hill Now you and the devil can rest on this hill You and the devil can rest on this hill You and the devil can rest on this hill