Penance Fire Blues Songtext
von Bobby Long

And I see papers and papers stacked up in formation
That meet much before they′re lining the fire
As a bottomless heat goes to harness your anger
Your blood and your deepest desire
Because there's no truth stolen that′s been ever brought forward
By the minds of the writers looking face down on the gutter
This world's full of thinkers and suffragette speakers
Who deny that they ever wear a dress
Oh, this godforsaken town's in a mess

And all the truth been let out loose
Is desperate to amuse
As it grabs you by the throat
And strings out all the times you′ve used


But now you don′t belong
You whisper when you speak
You turn yourself to night time
Hey, you're trying to find your feet
So let me run, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord now
Run, Lord, just let me run
So let me run, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, just let me run

But as the morning awakens, that light sends a shudder
A twist of hope to help you down is left to rest and stir
Lead back down a hallway to flourish the darkness
Don′t fool yourself, you did it all for her
And him and her, no, yeah

And all the truth been let out loose
Is desperate to amuse
As it grabs you by the throat
And strings out all the times you've used

But now you don′t belong
You whisper when you speak
You turn yourself to night time
Hey, you're trying to find your feet
So let me run, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord now
Run, Lord, just let me run
So let me run, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, just let me run


But I′ve seen your face before
Rich boy playing poor
Rattling the horse
Ignoring constant calls

Now you don't belong
You whisper when you speak
You turn yourself to night time

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And you're trying to find your feet now
So let me run, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord now
Run, Lord, just let me run
So let me run, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, just let me run