Black Velvet from Lock & Down by Music Illness Cash-Machine

Last year I met a funny kind of a man.
Clear ruddy eyes were guilty as charged.
If people talk religion in front of him,
he would lose his temper.
Beyond there was a small back bar,
it was made of black velvet.

He's a very sick man,
some days I give him some, some days I don't.
Was meant to break bad news. A few years on serious blues.

Last night I met a funny kind of a shape.
Clear sweaty skin was thin as your heart.
There´s no time in life to fix your sad trail,
so keep far from my notes.
The rivers in which they have lived one time,
they´re made of shy blue glass.

He's a very sly man,
some days she give him some, some days I don't.
Was meant to break sick times. A few years on serious blues.

So these days I just fix my hair, and a drink.
Or it might be just death sending punch marks.
And Saints whom still can breath, they should be dead,
so I can talk about my thing.
´Cause I still hear those sounds completely mad,
and they´re made of black velvet.

She´s a very sick man,
some days I give her some, some days he won´t
It´s to kill old credence, for years on serious blues.
He´s a very sick girl,
some days I give him some, some days she won´t
it´s made of bad know-how, black velvet all around...
black velvet all around
it´s made of bad know-how, black velvet all around...
black velvet all around
black velvet all around
black velvet all around
black velvet all around
black velvet all around

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• etc...
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