Church of the Lonely - Cobi

I was no daddy's dream Was not your mama's prayer But I was your first and your Last ticket outta there I caught your wings on fire When I smoked my Bronco tires Outta that town I'm good at rollin' dice No good at standing still You liked the thought of chasin' Life instead of dollar bills We're livin' wreckless Nothin' to catch us, baby But the ground This ain't for everybody Toes hanging off the ledge Like we got nothin' to lose Ain't always heaven, baby This livin' on the edge You holdin' me holdin' you It's a hell of a view I paint with my old Gibson You paint your purple sky This town's our canvas, baby Let's paint it red tonight Go out like shooting stars Chasing what's in our hearts Into the blue (into the blue) This ain't for everybody Toes hanging off the ledge Like we got nothin' to lose Ain't always heaven, baby This livin' on the edge You holdin' me holdin' you It's a hell of a view Hell of a view We ain't for everybody Toes hanging off a ledge Like we got nothin', we got nothin' to lose Ain't always heaven, baby This livin' on the edge You holdin' me holdin' you It's a hell of a view Hell of a view Hell of a view Hell of a view

I love sleepin' in on Saturdays, and I love college football games I love not actin' my age, and good barbecue Yeah, I'm a fan of Faulkner Books, and anything my mama cooks Small mouth bass have got me hooked on Sunday afternoon Yes, I love good cold beer, and mustard on my fries I love a good loud honky tonk that rocks on Friday night And hell, yes, I love my truck But I want you to know, honey, I love your love the most Man, I love how Redman tastes and, damn, I love my Nascar race Any song sung by George Strait is country at its best Yes, I love good cold beer, and mustard on my fries I love a good loud honky tonk that rocks on Friday nights And hell, yes, I love my truck But I want you to know, honey, I love your love the most I love Yeah, I love scuffed up cowboy boots, and broken tore up jeans A four-wheel drive, eight point bucks, and rocky road ice cream And hell, yes, I love my dog, and Jack D in my coke But honey, I love your love, yeah, I love your love I love your love the most I love your love the most

If, all I could say is if Promise me you won't regret me like the tattoos on my skin Like the wrong kind Promise me you'll all love me one day you'll remember me When you fuck them you'll see my face My body is yours Happy Thursday It seems like pain and regret Are your best friends Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh, yeah 'Cause everything you do leads to them Right, right, right Yeah, but baby, I could be your best friend Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Baby, I could fuck you right Ooh-hoo-ooh Who-oo-oo-aa-ah Baby, you can have it all Ooh, whoah Baby, you can have it all Ooh, yeah Baby, you can have the cars, the clothes The jewels, the sex, the house Baby, you could be a star Oh, yeah Baby, you can have it all Baby, you can have it all Baby, you can have the cars, the clothes The jewels, the sex, the house Baby, you could be a star Wo-ho-aa-ah You're blaming all your sins On your best friends Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh, yeah And nothing's ever ever your fault And nothing's your fault, baby No-oo-oo But baby, you don't need Your best friends Woah, woah, woah, oh-ooh, yeah 'Cause I got everything you want Hoo-ooh, ayy, yeah Baby, you can have it all Ooh, baby Baby, you can have it all Ooh, yeah Baby, you can have the cars, the clothes The jewels, the sex, the house Baby, you could be a star Baby, you could be a star Baby, you can have it all Baby, you can have it all Baby, you can have the cars, the clothes The jewels, the sex, the house Baby, you could be a star Oh, yeah If, all I could say is if Promise me you won't regret me like the tattoos on my skin Let the wrong doing come with me One day I'm hoping that you will remember me When you fuck them you'll see my face My body is yours Give them any other day but Thursday You belong to me every Thursday I'll wait for you I'll be beautiful for you Every Thursday I exist only on Thursday Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday But on Thursday, Thursday Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday But on Thursday I love the guitars

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour