An Ordinary Son - Black Country Communion

Hold my head up high

Now I see you, drying off your eyes

Four seasons, temper all my pain

And I’ve been sheltered… I accept the blame

For the Tumbling Dice

I put my ego aside

With fire and anger

I’ve shadowboxed you all my life

Bring it on yourself, bring it on me

Wrapped up in a box cause there’s nothing left for free

Gonna dig a hole, gonna fall in the dirt

Gonna redeem myself and rise upon the earth

And I feel, like the time has come

All I ever wanted, was to be an ordinary son

Know the wounds run deep

But I take solace, knowing that hill is not so steep

Pale white Cigarette, barn full of hay

But I knew I shouldn’t have been down there anyway

For the Tumbling Dice

I put my ego aside

With fire and anger

I’ve shadowboxed you all my life

Bring it on yourself, bring it on me

Wrapped up in a box cause there’s nothing left for free

Gonna dig a hole, gonna fall in the dirt

Gonna redeem myself and rise upon the earth

Gone is the shadow that was cast over

And I Just wanna live in tranquility

And I believe that we will overcome

All the courageous and all the forgiveness

Walk with me

Walk with me

And I feel, like the time has come

All I ever wanted, was to be an ordinary son

So thank you for tending our survival

'Cause I know I took that bread from our table

For the Tumbling Dice

I put my ego aside

With fire and anger

I’ve shadowboxed you all my life

Bring it on yourself, bring it on me

Wrapped up in a box cause there’s nothing left for free

Gonna dig a hole, gonna fall in the dirt

Gonna redeem myself and rise upon the earth

For the Tumbling Dice

For the Tumbling Dice

And I feel, like the time has come

All I ever wanted, was to be an ordinary son