Southern Discomfort
Mike IX Williams
Young jaded life slapped you down
Heroes have cursed
We own God
One time the cursed one cry
Watch out
Chain, broken promise
Just my grateful
My joke went running
Wretched makers you made it
Giving it in trespass
Cry, watch out, shout out
Speak and feeling glad and right
Trust not a word and kill yourself
Burn yourself your real goal
Have this joke
Where the body was buried
Just grateful for/giving inside
And God shall drift
Drifted, watch, watch...
