John Smith.

John Smith

I died for your sins
but you aint mine
i was a thief
caught on the sleeve
thin like a seed
you
i belong to you
i got no fear
a care or two
winning
you
i walk on the grass
close my eyes
how much is doubt
this hear is hearty
i dont get bored
because the wind is blowing so good
yeah you look so fine
all right i guess that word
could you tell what was mine
take a look
take a look
take a glance through
the glass what you see
hell you look so good
hell you look so fine
nows the mud on your porch
throw the mud at the door
i make you mine
keep mugging at the door
it was the nice the clock
at midnight
i whisper to you
it was fire
knocking in my mind
i told you
im yours
and the dreams
broke out of jail
i run like a horse
allejuaha
i wasnt paid
you were soul fire
we met under the mid night
it was so easy
juicy lucy
a keep the stand in the clock like a dart
jump in a cross the centre of your heart
well a took the number
oh jucy lucy oh lucifer
were into the party
golden chalice eyes
with a perfect dye
i was jesus christ
a body with you
ah do you like you water
warming up
just before may
give it all away
its a holiday
give it all away
its a holiday