Winchester Devil Grass

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.
Of 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,
Of all the bad things in your life
Of all the bad things in your life.
My name is Old James and I've
(Got a pocket full of, got a pocket full of love)
My name is Old James and I've
(Got a pocket full of, got a pocket full of love)
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
That's the way they bring you down, down, down
That's the way they bring you down, down, down
That's the way they bring you down, down, down
That's the way they bring you down, down, down
That's the way they bring you down
That's the way they bring you down
That's the way they bring you down
That's the way they bring you down
That's the way they bring you down