Maylene & The Sons Of Disaster - Lady At The Gate lyrics

Not many run-ins with the blade.

Just always missing the worst but it always comes.

Praying to a savior you never loved.

They said you made it.

A few of us disagree.

Compliments of the red letter king.

You've made me numb and it's all my fault.

My my I think I've become one of the weak.

Maybe I should be leaving giving you quite the resting.

Forgotten what happiness feels like.

I'm the hypocrite you wrote about.