James Clive Scott - How Long Lyrics

Well come on you you saints and sinners
You outcasts you rebels
Come on you forgotten souls
We ain't never gone be winners

Like all the broken people
That ride the line all the time
Between dark and light between here and gone
We're all so damn far from home

How long until Jesus comes to save us
How long until we learn we're being used
How long until the devil takes the hindmost
How long until the angels play the blues

Jennie is a friend of mine
Dances in a bar just down the street
Has two kids and a mean old man
She's just trying to make ends meet

Danny is a drummer
And his bands the coming thing
Says I got a little problem with the needle, son
It's that Ginger Baker thing

Now Leroy drives a semi truck
Twelve days straight hopped up on speed
His ex took him to the cleaners
Now more money is what he needs

How long until Jesus comes to save us
How long until we learn we're being used
How long until the devil takes the hindmost
How long until the angels sing the blues

And me I'm just an aging hack
Writing stories no one reads
I'd like to beg forgiveness
I'd like to plant some seeds

And we all sit here at Johnny's Place
Drinking bourbon and smoking weed
Looking for the chosen path
Trying to fill the need

And the television tells us
How the one percent gets the cream
How we all need to just suck it up a little
Find the American dream
How we all need to just suck it up a little
Find the American dream

How long until Jesus comes to save me
I'm so damn tired from being used
How long until the devil takes the hindmost
How long until the angels play the blues