Revival - Zach Bryan

Well, you wake up in the mornin', You hear the work bell ring And they march you to the table To see the same old thing. Ain't no food upon the table, And no fork up in the pan; But you better not complain, boy, You get in trouble with the man. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a ever-lovin' light on me. Yonder come Miss Rosie, How in the world did you know? By the way, she wears her apron, And the clothes she wore. Umbrella on her shoulder, Piece of paper in her hand. She come to see the gov'nor, She wants to free her man. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a ever-lovin' light on me. If you're ever in Houston, Well, you better do the right, You better not gamble, Yeah, you better not fight at all. Or the sheriff will grab ya, And the boys will bring you down. The next thing you know, boy, Oh, you're prison bound. Oh, let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Oh, let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a ever-lovin' light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a ever-lovin' light on me.

It took a little longer than we hoped, but it was worth it Y'know, it takes a village to raise a scheme To patch the holes of a mausoleum Well, we're packing in the patronage like it's a lotto (And everybody wins) Now take a seat so the show can start And will you welcome these works of art? Isn't she beautiful? No? Maybe another one here could entertain? Uh, yes? We swear that every minute's worth the wait Hey, it's a cry you can't contain A release you couldn't estimate And the secret's safe as long as you pay It's so good to be so bad You can leave it when you walk away And pretend you've washed your hands of it Last call for the Sunday squaws And there's no room left for hem and haw We'll give a gift long overdue And make a sultan out of you That's right, yeah, any troglodyte Can have a life in the party as a socialite Or if you're looking to efface You can retire without a trace Don't you bother with doubt Hey, it's a cry you can't contain A release you couldn't estimate And the secret's safe as long as you pay It's so good to be so bad You can leave it when you walk away And pretend you've washed your hands of it Another candidate for giving her bruises Another night that she'll dissociate Another man who thinks the rules don't apply to him Another candidate for giving her bruises Another night that she'll dissociate Long was this road I've wandered But short did my temperance live Here I've helped him build a temple To deify this czar of sin Now who to blame but I for tying These knots so well at my wrists? The noose would surely find me if I'm too wily But what of the life I'd live? The sale of a soul that falls As foolish as young Esau It's better if I withdraw Hey, it's a cry you can't contain A release you couldn't estimate And the secret's safe as long as you pay It's so good to be so bad You can leave it when you walk away And pretend you've washed your hands of it

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