Reign Maker

By FoxBat

On Due South

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The streets aren't so gold, no footprints encased in rust

The silence echoes, all stories end before a new one starts

You can't make an old man move no matter what you use

Bet odds against him foolish I always knew that you'd come through

Cut me down from here

I got a fear of heights I can't get past

Been counting clouds, wishing for rest

Most say it's rained for years

The flood marks high when you're feeling low

Like a father's love, the tears fall cold

Old lines can't talk you down

Got a new spirit to cleanse your soul

There ain't no time to holy roll

Saw Jesus slumped at the end of the bar, said "Heaven's not here but really ain't that far

If you want in, you better buy me a shot before I look your way before I pull my card"

Paradise keeps pulling apart

Cut me down from here

I got a fear of heights I can't get past

Been counting clouds, wishing for rest

Most say it's rained for years

The flood marks high when you're feeling low

Like a father's love, the tears fall cold

There's stones scattered down a hill like your jagged teeth

No redemption found, only an empty promise where salvation should be

Bottoms up and you'll get topped off

Heaven's drowning watching god dissolve

Mothers' hair thinning and gray

Tiny bones decorate the top of the stairway

We are truly abandoned, we pretend to obey

As I chopped down his cross, he whimpered "I designed you in vain"

Cut me down from here

I got a fear of heights I can't get past

Been counting clouds, wishing for rest

Most say it's rained for years

The flood marks high when you're feeling low

Like a father's love we all grow old