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God is in the jack, the devil’s in the ace.
I’m a king bettin’ on his queen,
But a deuce took her place.
Now I’m on the run; the ***’s makin’ chase.
I don’t know what I’m runnin’ from.
I’ll never leave this place.
All the dreams I ever had,
I drank and drowned within.
Now the bottle’s empty, though my head still spins,
And this room, and this world, and my friends and kin,
In a blaze of glory, then it’s dark again.
My heart is like a ghost town,
My veins are empty streets.
I’m a wedding gown after the great divorce.
I try to keep my head down and my mind off of defeat,
But the nightmares just come with greater force.
The church is always closed,
The graveyard’s ever open.
A steady flow of ghosts roll out like fog.
And all the wicked roads I chose
Led me down to bein’ broken
Where the wind beats you with the breath of God.
My halo flew to heaven, left me below.
But no one will ever know
Because the angel in me never showed.
I’d be in with the devil if I could find those crossroads.
Show me a time that ain’t been laced with pain and cryin’.
Show me a soul that ain’t been riddled with stains and holes.
And I would show you to the devil
If I could find those crossroads.
