Chris Williams

Lyrics

We’re all lost in a hurricane
Just a little bit of life and a lot of rain

Door cracked open and the devil walked in
Dressed like a razor talked like a friend

Blowing on coals in a worn-out pit
Soaking his feet for a fire he lit
Stepping on embers and buying souls
Like a suit in a tent for a revival

Plucking his strings in one-man band
Preaching to a mirror at his biggest fan
Poor mans tongues coming to your phone, tv’s, radios, mega-clones

Sky is falling, and the creek has risen, enemy’s breaking into the prison
Handing out hats for a new religion, halos, hostiles, and division
Ain’t it funny how we see what we wanna see
And lie when It won’t agree with what we know is right
Watch the city burn while singing your victory song
Too proud to admit you’re wrong just out of spite

Stacking your chips and going all in,
counting your piles on a table too thin
bought new shoes, tattooed your skin
while holding 16 to the dealer’s hand

Drinking that watered down top shelf poison
laying your money on the Trojan you’ve chosen
morning comes round and the banks are closing
calling your loans for the rows you’re sowing

Sky is falling, and the creek has risen, enemy’s breaking into the prison
Handing out hats for a new religion, halos, hostiles, and division
Ain’t it funny how we see what we wanna see
And lie when It won’t agree with what we know is right
Watch the city burn while singing your victory song
Too proud to admit you’re wrong just out of spite

Preacher’s in the pulpit wiping his sweat
Bending his book for a crooked bet
Bad is good when the shoe must fit
Blind in the pews and soft on regrets

When the smoke has cleared and the air’s too thick
Water too full of poison to drink
Livestock dying on the way to slaughter
What you gonna tell your sons and daughters
While the devils on his throne counting spoils
Looking down over all that he destroyed
Poor man’s hands are covered in soil
Gave his vote for a life of toil