Penance Fire Blues - Bobby Long

And I see papers and papers

Stacked up in formation

That mean much before

They’re lining the fire

As the bottomless heat goes

To harness your anger

Your blood and

Your deepest desire

Because there’s no truth stolen

That’s been ever brought forward

By the minds of the writers

Looking face down on the gutter

'Cause this world’s full of thinkers

And suffragette speakers

Who deny that they ever wear a dress

Oh, this god forsaken town is in a mess

And all the truths been let out loose

Is desperate to amuse

As it grabs you by the throat

And strings out all the times you’ve used

But now you don’t belong

You whisper when you speak

You turn yourself to nighttime

You’re trying to find your feet

So let me run, Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord

Run

Lord, just let me run

So let me run, Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord

Lord, just let me run

But as the morning awakens

That light sends a shudder

The twist of hope that helped you down

Is left to rest and stir

You back down a hallway

To flourish the darkness

And fool yourself

You did it all for her

And him, and her

And all the truths been let out loose

Is desperate to amuse

As it grabs you by the throat

And strings out all the times you’ve used

But now you don’t belong

You whisper when you speak

You turn yourself to nighttime

And you’re trying to find your feet

So let me run, Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord

Run

Lord, just let me run

So let me run, Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord

Lord, just let me run

But I’ve seen your face before

Rich boy playing poor

Ravaging the whores

Ignoring constant calls

Now you don’t belong

You whisper when you speak

You turn yourself to nighttime

You’re trying to find your feet

So let me run, Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord

Run

Lord, just let me run

So let me run, Lord

Lord, Lord

Lord, just let me run