Ya got it back
The real you
C quiet heart
Without a clue
The court is cold
I shiver too
The judge he likes
The works you do
Put on your boots
Put on your hat
Put on a costume
Pretend your bad
But I know you
Cnd God does too
We will haunt you.
I always knew
You could sell a lie
You doubt my faith
I doubt your tries
The birds are out
Their out to dry
Hanging on
Those city vines
Put on your boots
Put on your hat
Put on a costume
Pretend your bad
But I know you
Cnd God does too
We will haunt you
Yah, we will haunt you.
Practice practice all that you'll say
To show the world that you're not to blame
But I'm the jury, you're on the stand
So be damned. So be damned