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In Adam We Die Video (MV)




Performed By: Nothing More Cruel
Language: English
Length: 3:36
Written by: Daniel Horton




Nothing More Cruel - In Adam We Die Lyrics




I've been scared of revival
Looking for houses on hills
Scared that if I found my bible
I'd teach a memory to kill
So I've been here sippin' on auburn
Shooting my curse to the sky
But then along came a songbird
Trying to teach me to fly

He said, son better put down the whiskey
That ain't the way you gon' heal
You're not gonna outgun your history
But my shoulder will

I cut my wrists in the morning
Trying to cut out the pain
I've seen the blood is still pouring
Although the knife is away
But he says, son go grab your t-shirt
I'm gonna dress up that wound
Sit down, I know your feet hurt
But I'm gonna help you get through

Son better put down the whiskey
That ain't the way you gon' heal
You're not gonna outgun your history
But my shoulder will

I'm just the dirt on his Sunday best
I'm just the mud on his shoes
I'm just a dog who's half rabid and dead
But I'm still the one that he'll choose
And there were 3 nails in my coffin
Me and the devil made friends
But he took out the nails and he bought them
Paid with the holes in his hands

Son you better put down the whiskey
That ain't the way you gon' heal
You're not gonna outgun your history
But my shoulder will

You're not a slave to your history
You gotta learn to be still
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English

I've been scared of revival
Looking for houses on hills
Scared that if I found my bible
I'd teach a memory to kill
So I've been here sippin' on auburn
Shooting my curse to the sky
But then along came a songbird
Trying to teach me to fly

He said, son better put down the whiskey
That ain't the way you gon' heal
You're not gonna outgun your history
But my shoulder will

I cut my wrists in the morning
Trying to cut out the pain
I've seen the blood is still pouring
Although the knife is away
But he says, son go grab your t-shirt
I'm gonna dress up that wound
Sit down, I know your feet hurt
But I'm gonna help you get through

Son better put down the whiskey
That ain't the way you gon' heal
You're not gonna outgun your history
But my shoulder will

I'm just the dirt on his Sunday best
I'm just the mud on his shoes
I'm just a dog who's half rabid and dead
But I'm still the one that he'll choose
And there were 3 nails in my coffin
Me and the devil made friends
But he took out the nails and he bought them
Paid with the holes in his hands

Son you better put down the whiskey
That ain't the way you gon' heal
You're not gonna outgun your history
But my shoulder will

You're not a slave to your history
You gotta learn to be still
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Writer: Daniel Horton
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