Testo di Man Of Sin

Picture a house An old car out on the drive Summer rain on blackened steel, Blood upon de wheels It’s a place where sorrow goes It’s a place where nothing grows A sun sitting, across my dreams, My childhood fields My daddy he was a hit man He killed men for the pope Things ain’t always black n white As good men always hope Mama heard him pull up outside She prayed to the light Oh dear god don’t let him in He’s the men of sin! When the devil comes riding… Let him in! There’s a woman in room 322, Her scent is the desert sand She lies awake, her dress is damp, For the touch of the killers hand I’m known as johnny london Sometimes brother cain I keep two leather boots on dusty road Cos my, my soul is stained When murders takes me else where I’m sorry I’m not there But father like son I’m just a host For this unholy ghost When the devil comes riding… Let him in!