Salvation
MARK LANEGAN · Sunday At Devil Dirt 2008 · Track 03 of 12
Written by Jim McCulloch
Salvation, Salvation I never really want it to believe I always thought you flattered to deceive
Salvation, Salvation My blood is flowing like the tide And blood is thick and so's my own grey hide
Got to get up and moan Got to get up and moan Got to get up and moan Got to get up and moan And I went out in that bad old world to roam And I was like a stranger coming home
Salvation, Salvation I'm fortunes son and I took what I could get I loved you dear and I never will forget
Salvation, Salvation When my bridges burned all I saw was you On the other side too good to be true
Got to get up and moan Got to get up and moan Got to get up and moan Got to get up and moan And I went out in that bad old world to roam And I was like a stranger coming home And I went out in that bad old world to roam And I was like a stranger coming home