It Was a Rose
Is this thing loaded or is it broken?
Is it ready for the road?
This we’ve encountered, is it a flower? Is it pretty? Is it a rose?
My higher power has counted the hours, in his kingdom bored as stone.
The devils a waiter, he won’t chase you, sits cross-legged, waiting at home.
Waiting at home.
Wait on, wait on for us to
Get gone, to get gone….
I should’ve listened, it was a good one, I was crazy and left alone
What I encountered, It was a flower, it was pretty, it was a rose.
Wait on, wait on for us to
Get gone, to get gone….
(Words and Music by Dead Confederate)
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