Mat D and the Profane Saints все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

there's a beating heart in this caged machine
and a broken hymn that I cannot sing
there's the road we took and the dream that died
with the last sacred page on the passenger side
where our whiskey breath bent the metal roof
and the love we brewed was a hundred proof
from a dance floor still in a ghost town saloon
with the colored lights flashing in praise of a 40 watt moon

A murder ballad inspired by the gamblers, womanizers and murderers of the Old West
lyrics
Old Black Jack was my only friend
back home in junction town
and three card stud it's in my blood
come lay your money down
my father was the rambling kind
my mother she died young