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Evil Video (MV)




Performed By: Shovels and Rope
Language: English
Length: 5:27
Written by: Cary Ann Hearst, Michael Trent Robinson




Shovels and Rope - Evil Lyrics




Standing in line at the equestrian mart, looks like it's about to rain
I've got two small kids and I'm late on the rent, wife's dead two weeks to the day
Dead two weeks to the, two weeks to the day

The sun came out but it was cold as hell, my fingers were as numb as my mind
When my quarter horse 'red' kicked me in the head, while I was shoeing him up from behind
Shoeing him up, shoeing him up from behind

But every now and then I get evil
I'm ashamed in the shadow of the steeple
I'm a lunatic looking thru a keyhole
I hit my kids but I don't mean to
I'm a dead dog lying on the sidewalk
Another victim of the mortgage bubble pop
Waiting for the other shoe to drop, ah

Melanie lives at the house next down, she's got a head full of auburn curls
I seen her standing in the mud with her baseball glove, spitting at the other girls
Spitting at the, spitting at the other girls

Now here she comes in the afternoon with some apples and a pack of reds
She bathes my babies then she reads me to sleep, nothing much ever gets said
Nothing much ever gets, nothing much ever gets said

But every now and then I get evil
I'm ashamed in the shadow of the steeple
I'm a lunatic looking thru a keyhole
I hit my kids but I don't mean to
I'm a dead dog lying on the sidewalk
Another victim of the mortgage bubble pop
Waiting on the other shoe to drop

Cops show up with their lights turned off, judge Jonny from across the street
Had some calls light night 'bout something didn't look right
Grab your things you better come with me

Accusations in a room with a neon light, she said don't you pay us no mind
All we ever shared was a loneliness, he and I was two of a kind
He and I was two of, was two of a kind

But every now and then I get evil
I'm ashamed in the shadow of the steeple
I'm a lunatic looking thru a keyhole
I hit my kids but I don't mean to
I'm a dead dog lying on the sidewalk
Another victim of the mortgage bubble pop
Waiting on the other shoe to drop
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Standing in line at the equestrian mart, looks like it's about to rain
I've got two small kids and I'm late on the rent, wife's dead two weeks to the day
Dead two weeks to the, two weeks to the day

The sun came out but it was cold as hell, my fingers were as numb as my mind
When my quarter horse 'red' kicked me in the head, while I was shoeing him up from behind
Shoeing him up, shoeing him up from behind

But every now and then I get evil
I'm ashamed in the shadow of the steeple
I'm a lunatic looking thru a keyhole
I hit my kids but I don't mean to
I'm a dead dog lying on the sidewalk
Another victim of the mortgage bubble pop
Waiting for the other shoe to drop, ah

Melanie lives at the house next down, she's got a head full of auburn curls
I seen her standing in the mud with her baseball glove, spitting at the other girls
Spitting at the, spitting at the other girls

Now here she comes in the afternoon with some apples and a pack of reds
She bathes my babies then she reads me to sleep, nothing much ever gets said
Nothing much ever gets, nothing much ever gets said

But every now and then I get evil
I'm ashamed in the shadow of the steeple
I'm a lunatic looking thru a keyhole
I hit my kids but I don't mean to
I'm a dead dog lying on the sidewalk
Another victim of the mortgage bubble pop
Waiting on the other shoe to drop

Cops show up with their lights turned off, judge Jonny from across the street
Had some calls light night 'bout something didn't look right
Grab your things you better come with me

Accusations in a room with a neon light, she said don't you pay us no mind
All we ever shared was a loneliness, he and I was two of a kind
He and I was two of, was two of a kind

But every now and then I get evil
I'm ashamed in the shadow of the steeple
I'm a lunatic looking thru a keyhole
I hit my kids but I don't mean to
I'm a dead dog lying on the sidewalk
Another victim of the mortgage bubble pop
Waiting on the other shoe to drop
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Writer: Cary Ann Hearst, Michael Trent Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing


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