Charlie Bookout Studio Works - Tradition Lyrics

Oh doctor can your machine send me to that nebula?
I think not
Can this euthanasia send me to Fantasia?
Oh doctor, guess what
I think you have this condition in which you don't believe
That which is defined by our seventh sense
You seem to have addressed the fact that you are living
On a false pretense

But you see, I have this tradition:
To, brown or green, nice or mean, thick or thin, gold or tin
Let faith light my fuse in advance, there are no atheists in a fox hole
Oh no, give it a chance, give it a chance

So tell me, does your engine sputter every time you meet
A traffic cop
Does it run in circles? You should go to your daddy, you know
He'll make it stop
I think you walk like the serpent when you're offered chocolate
And you choose vanilla
What you do is worse than cussing, fighting, lust
Etcetera

Why don't you follow tradition?
And, brown or green, nice or mean, thick or thin, gold or tin
Let faith light your fuse in advance, there are no atheists in a fox hole
Oh no, give it a chance, give it a chance

The ace of spades, black and cold, count your cards, you must fold
You should've chosen another deck, there are no atheists in a fox hole, oh no
Her boyfriend must meet certain criteria, I think your problem is out of her hands
She's on the verge of a bad kind of hysteria, so give it a chance

Oh doctor can your machine send me to that nebula?
I think not
Can this euthanasia send me to Fantasia?
Oh doctor, guess what

I'm gonna: brown or green, nice or mean, thick or thin, gold or tin
Let faith light your fuse in advance, there are no atheists in a fox hole
I'm gonna: brown or green, nice or mean, thick or thin, gold or tin
Let faith light your fuse in advance, there are no atheists in a fox hole
Oh no, give it a chance, give it a chance, give it a chance, give it a chance