Man Tap - The Devil Makes Three

You may be sitting outside, now, just feeling like you’re bullet proof

Turns out you ain’t doing a god damn thing, brown-bagging outside of that

telephone booth

All the times it seems so hard, just to get your hands upon the pouring rain

Soon as you feel yourself crawl back up, you’re on your way back down again

You just pray with me, lost daughters and sons

Drink a little, smoke before the barrel of the gun

Them troubles outside of my door

There ain’t no way to add them up there’s going to be so many more

You just stay with me lost daughters and sons

Ain’t nobody leaving until this bottle is done

Them troubles outside of my door

There ain’t no way to add them up there’s going to be

There’s going to be, there’s going to be so many more

Now life’s cheap but surely got the power to transform a creature of the sky to

a creature of the land

It only takes just one card to either make or break a great hand

You could be making so much noise then all of sudden smack, not a single sound

Seems like a hand sweeps out of the sky and introduces your body to the grit of

the ground

You just pray with me, lost daughters and sons

Ain’t nobody leaving until this bottle is done

Them troubles outside of my door

There ain’t no way to add them up there’s going to be so many more

You just stay with me lost daughters and sons

Drink a little, smoke before the barrel of the gun

Them troubles outside of my door

There ain’t no way to add them up there’s going to be

There’s going to be, there’s going to be so many more

Happiness, now what is this, just a ghost trapped shadow wrapped in choking

chains

A beast that’s seldom heard and seen, except inside of our miswired brains

Top of the ladder, bottom of the barrel, both feel like they can’t be satisfied

Some cross with a dime, some leave with a dollar, both got nothing on the other

side

You just pray with me, lost daughters and sons

Drink a little, smoke before the barrel of the gun

Them troubles outside of my door

There ain’t no way to add them up there’s going to be so many more

You just stay with me lost daughters and sons

Ain’t nobody leaving until this bottle is done

Them troubles outside of my door

There ain’t no way to add them up there’s going to be

There’s going to be, there’s going to be so many more