Текст песни Slate

A worn out joke to keep the flies away carried it this far

The west side winds to keep it steady

Bury the hatchets we find could carry that heavy load

If I really thought it would matter farcical hair appears

As a blind side, clean the slate working in the halls of shame

Lay it down in full view, lay it down

What the Hell were we thinking before the fire burned out?

I can't find you now and I didn't know you then
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Loneliness drinks the bitters till the cold winds warm again

It's a feel for the game mouth open wide

Screams and hollers working in the halls of shame

Lay it down in full view, lay it down

I gambled once and won, never made a dollar and beauty fades to gray

And I pray the very best will guard her and provide
the way it's a telltale sign

When it's chairs up, and time to go working in the halls of shame

Lay it down in full view, lay it down