The Weeks - Broken Body lyrics

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The Weeks - Broken Body lyrics

Well, Cadillac conversations buried bodies and broken bones Well, They're calling up widowed women on their rotary telephones Well, A rich old man in a pin striped suit has the money to guess your fate But you walk around town throwing money around and you'll end up in a lake I said well, power, pride, and profit putting whole families to rest Well, You mess around town putting people down but now your messing with the best Big bodied cars and we got bodies in the back Taped up and tied well it was all over respect Some call us smooth well some would even call us blessed But if you call us anything other than that you'll get a bullet in your chest I said well, power, pride, and profit putting whole families to rest Well, you mess around town putting people down but now your messing with the best I said well, Dead bodies and pale blue faces Broken car windows and empty shell cases You can pick the time, people, and places and I'll show you exactly how my pistol tastes It's cold, it's cold, it's cold and it's just for you It's cold, it's cold, it's cold and it's just for you It's cold, it's cold, it's cold and it's just for you It's cold Delivering cargo and our trunk was white as snow Stopped at the railroad tracks pushed some cargo in our nose Got to the warehouse and we started to unload Something wasn't right here it was too quiet and cold Guns were drawn in setting suns, cries echoed like a ghost He walked to me, I, on my knees and whistled as he got close With a grin eyes full of sin all I did was pray for hope He put his gun under my chin and exhaled a breath of smoke He said think about the people you've hurt and the men you've k**ed Think about all the funerals and the coffins you have filled I said well, Dead bodies and pale blue faces, broken car windows and empty shell cases You can pick the time, people, and places and I'll show you exactly how my pistol tastes It's cold, it's cold, it's cold It's cold