اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Way down in the south I was clawing at the angel
With his cracked stone face nothing good could save him
He needs the money 'cause it pays the way until it breaks him
It always breaks him but he swears nothing shakes him
Went down to the water been down for days
Wishing I was in his favor with no need to pray
But I'm face down, right bound tight on the ground, right
And he ain't comin' back through with the daylight
