Redmore - Hard Not To Go To Hell lyrics

Poet, prophet, outlaw, fake [2x]

God rest his soul, and his rudeness

Even the ghost, was more than one-

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God rest his soul, and his rudeness

A devouring public can now share the remains of his sickness
And his phone numbers
There he lay
Poet, prophet, outlaw, fake, star of electricity
Nailed by a peeping Tom
Who would soon discover
Even the ghost, was more than one person

And then I wrote it
It was like swimming in lava
Skipping, kicking, catching a nail with your foot
Seeing your victim hanging from a tree