An Occurrence at 4507 South Third Street Songtext
von The Black Angels

Thank God for being so frightening
Thank God for holding my hand
I ain′t salt for no one
Going down with a gun in my hand
Oh, you're going down with one of yours too
Yeah, you′re going down with one of yours

Ain't God is being so frightening
Ain't God is holding my hand
I ain′t salt for no one
Going down with a gun in my hand
Oh, you′re going down with one of yours too
Yeah, you're going down with one of yours


You keep me hanging on
It′s hard to give her the love
You give her the life, you give her the heart
That she always needs
Oh no, oh no

Ain't God is being so frightening
Ain′t God is fighting up there
I ain't salt for no one
Going down with a gun in my hand
Oh, you′re going down with one of yours too
Yeah, you're going down with one of yours

You keep me hanging on
It's hard to give her the love
He gives her the life, he gives her the heart
That she always needs
Oh no, oh no

No one, God is for you
No one, God is for you
No one, God is for you
No one, God is for you
No one, God is for you