King Of The Delta Blues Lyrics

Their bones will break where their hearts cannot. The heads are going to roll, until I want them to stop. I'll be there with bells on, just name the state. It'll have to be underground because God ain't up this late. Their bones are breaking 'cause they're weary and aching. The axes are falling until their dull of their breaking. I'll be there for you but can we set us a date. I swear I love, I swear to God it's your father I hate. Lying to you never gets to me, because getting caught is what keeps me so honest. Honestly, I might be the King Of The Delta Blues. I sold my soul to write this for you. Get off your back. Is this really how you like to fuck? Face down ass up. Trade it pound for pound. Trade it quart for quart. Trading lust for love is like trading cheap as wine for port. White collar floozy has the blue-collar blues. More skeletons then closest and I still have more skin then tattoos. Ice where it's bruised, swelled, rub out those bedsores. To the face that launches thousands of ships, I miss you more then ignorance is bliss. More then I let on with my kiss. More then you'd ever care to be missed. Today a sister lost her sister, a song his fucking mother, more than this. Fuck this