Crowned with tinsel bathed in wine,
you remind of the good old times.
When songs were simple and each word rhymed,
call it triple 'less you show me a sign.
"Fear me not," my savior cries.
"This is how a good man dies."
A nickel for his buck and a dime for his chain,
down on his luck and caught in the rain.
Spare me not my glory days,
but keep me not from growing pains.
What I've got I'll gladly trade,
when I'm shot I'll gladly fade away.
from rain sounds
released June 15, 2015
prod. nate thompson
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