The Bonnevilles - Son of Reverbio...

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My head was spinning, I fell asleep on hallowed ground
I woke in the morning to the faithful standing all around
I’m the bastard, son of a year of sleepless nights
I’ve lived longer than you think, I’ve died at least twice
I am Holy like a TV priest and built like a sinner
I am not guilty, I’m the Dead Son of Reverbio
As lay on this hard and solid old pitch pine
No bullet will kill me, its a bounce back
I’ll let you die one death at a time
I’m the evil twin of myself
I’m the creaking door, the whiskey you should’ve left on the shelf
I’m the echo of the things you said, the things you should’ve done
I am not guilty, I’m the Red Son of Reverbio
Come the sunset, I will always let you down
Like the moonlight, you can’t hold me in your hand
It’s not about the gold, its all about the soul I say
I’ve got a poetic license to kill and I’m not afraid to use it
I’m the evil twin of myself
I’m the creaking door, the whiskey you should’ve left on the shelf
I’m the echo of the things you said, the things you should’ve done
I am not guilty, I’m the Red Son of Reverbio