9 acessos
We were all alone on a Saturday
When you preached that gospel creed
Sittin' on the hood of my Chevrolet
My heart began to bleed
It cut like a bullet from a smokin' revolver
Givin' me that fatal blow
I was runnin' like a thief from a law enforcer
With nowhere I could go
I was lyin on the edge of dying hearin' your third degree
I was lyin on the edge of dying my soul had no relief
Escorted by a man of antiquity
Through my first church door
Sinking in a sea of insanity
Till that preacher took the floor
He was blastin' at my soul like a Bible explosion
He was blowin' like a hurricane
Just as he was reachin' for his second wind
I heard someone call my name
I was lyin on the edge of dying till I found my sight
I was lyin on the edge of dying till that supernatural night