Shoot the Singer

[Verse 1] Someone took in these pants Somebody painted over paint Painted wood And where he stood, no one stands It's been said he's sitting now In the churning land [Chorus] Well, I've seen saints, but remember That I forgot to flag 'em down When they passed And in the morning light You hold that ashtray tight You could put it out But I can't put it out [Verse 2] My hands shook, down and out I've got the blisters of the world World new I name the book after you So look up and watch the camera lens When the risers fade [Chorus] Slow it down! Song is sacred! And brother, you're a hunter And you're right at home And in the morning light I'll hold my ashtray tight I could take it down And you can't take it down [Outro] La-da-da-da-da-da-da (4x, etc.) Don't expect (7x)