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Tired Sun

from From Concentrate by Jackson Boyd

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There's an angel on my shoulder and he's going to hell
For a war we could not win and no profit to tell
The books are burning, world is turning, while he's locked in his cell
So we will fight until our dying breath and brittle bones swell
Because in the end we fought for one reason we were born to rebel

I live in motels whiskey on my breath smells
Like a life saying might as well while I'm here
I'm a classic case of long gone, and fighting for a lost cause
Waiting for the next beer
I sinned my whole life, but I know wrong from right
And I'm gonna call it my way
Because I'll carry on until the job is done
I'll be back with mama one day

Through a bullet or a blade I know my day will come
At least I know that when I go, this war is won
I've done my share of evil things but my soul's not numb
Because the angel on my shoulder is a soldier
Fighting under a tired sun

There's a devil on my shoulder and he's talking to me
About a war I've seemed to started, evil's apart of me
I did my best to past my father's test but I seemed to have failed
I guess the blood that infected me seems to have bested me
I'm derailed

I'm the lost son, devil's picked one and I guess that it's me
I feel the hatred buried, like it's all spilled inside of me
That black smoke rises and I find my way inside it like it's destiny
I let a blind man hold my hand and walk me into the sea

Through a bullet or a blade I know my day will come
At least I know that when I go, this war is won
I've done my share of evil things but my soul's not numb
Because the devil on my shoulder is a soldier
Fighting under a tired sun

I raised him from that hell and brought him back to his own
I fought against my brothers some could say that I've grown
I'm just a problem child to make my sins worthwhile
I gotta lead the way
I guess an angel on a shoulder's just a fantasy

Through a bullet or a blade I know my day will come
At least I know that when I go, this war is won
I've done my share of evil things but my soul's not numb
Because an angel and a devil are brothers
Fighting under a tired sun

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from From Concentrate, released April 19, 2015

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