Hours Eastly - Downpresser Lyrics
He built his gates on the downpressedHe never cared, never sharedAnd keeps his faith in a bad religionIn a bad religionWell he wake up in the morningBut he don't ever see the lightIt's hard to see your evil deedsWhen the greed has made you blindYou know the greed has made youMade you blindOh Lord, I said the greed has made you so blindAnd he's a good-soul, sensi-roll boyHe built his gates on the Lord's landHe never steal, never killAnd keeps his faith in the Lord's religionHe got that zinc fenceHis only defenseNo running, no runningNo running waterHe never had a chanceNo matter how hard he triedHe never had a chance, noLord he wake up in the morningBut he don't go to sleep at nightHe live his life in piecesAnd he holds those pieces tightHe holds those piecesHe holds them tightHe holds those pieces so tightTight, tight...Lord I wake up in the morningBut I don't go to sleep at nightWell I live my life in piecesAnd I hold those pieces tightYou know I hold those piecesYou know I hold them tightLord knows I hold, I hold them piecesSo tightAnd he's a fat-cat, gimme-that boyHe built his gates on the downpressedHe never cared, never sharedAnd keeps his faith in a bad religionIn a bad religion
