Winchester Devil Grass - Hotel of the Laughing Tree

Head down, short stuff.

Paint your body like it’s raw.

Red thirst, black earth.

They’re saying there’s blood in the river,

And they’re asking for more.

All in, all out, that’s the way they bring you down.

My baby cries, she’s melting like ice in the summer;

and I’m going to war.

A change in the way he’s holding all your dice

Hail to the wolves, and all the bad things in your life.

All aboard for the morning rush;

maybe we can make it through the day.

But I hardly ever act my age, but I hardly ever act my age.

Across the river I’m hardly yawning, the boat man says «no way»,

Cause we hardly ever act our age, cause I hardly ever act my age

Cause we hardly ever act our age, cause I hardly ever act my age

Waste all my days composing my good byes

Hail to the wolves and all the bad things in your life,

all the bad things in your life,

love all the bad things in your life.

My name is Old James, and I’ve got a pocket full of love.

That’s the way they bring you down.