Cry Hell

Cry hell about the sin of a preacher man Cry hell about the things that you can't change Found trouble when the truth had to run and hide Tell mamma if you can't tell a lie Holding out for something more Paradise from the cheap seats don't get me wrong You can hardly even notice Holding out for something more Beat me to the punch It's coming up Roses, Roses Well I wish you well Wish you well upon you're ride tonight I'm done thinking for myself, but I know I can't Cry hell and feel the back of a worried hand Can't pay all the debt that I still owe My fingers working right down to the bone Holding out for something more Paradise from the cheap seats don't get me Wrong You can hardly even notice Holding out for something more Beat me to the punch It's coming up Roses, Roses Well I wish you well Wish you well upon you're ride tonight It won't be long before I'm I'm back inside your arms It won't be long before I'm I'm back inside your arms Sorrow I killed you once before Beat me to the punch Darlin your coming up Roses, Roses Well I wish you well Wish you well upon you're ride tonight