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)