|
Lyric provided by www.seekalyric.com |
My hand to God I didn't mean to After all what we been through Men come in different shapes Its how were made Little house on Ellis Drive Where I felt most alive The oak tree covers that old Ford I miss it Lord I miss it Lord These blood red eyes Don't see so good But whats worse is if they could Would I change my ways? Wasted times and broken dreams Violent colors, so obscene Is all I see these days These days Watch what you say The devil is listening Hes got ears That you wouldn't believe And brother Once you go to him Its your soul You can never Never, never retrieve These blood red eyes Don't see so good But whats worse is if they could Would I change my ways? Wasted times and broken dreams Violent colors, so obscene Is all I see these days These days Days These days All I see These days See these days All I see |