Baptized کے بول

Take me up to the waving fields and leave me there Buried by the hanging tree i never said flee from here You never spooked me son It’s rising up to cast out my folded hands Swinging low to the sweet and shunned Where the broken bones come down easy Glory held out, till it’s rising up from our lips Purged and devoured Draws the trembling fits Wake up honey it’s long road that’ll guide you down To take the pills it’s a short fix That’ll bring a coward strapped and stunned to an electric chair Lighting up his blood as his woman stripped bare On the swinging low of his brother’s stairs Where she lost her faith in dying Oh i knew those saints were the first to scorn Charging out of town, she’s a fleeing whore Galloping those fields like a dropping sun Near the tree she fell where my gravestone was