Cry Hell - Black Pistol Fire

Cry hell about the sin of a preacher man

Cry hell about the things that you can’t change

Found trouble when the truth had to run and hide

Tell mamma if you can’t tell a lie

Holding out for something more

Paradise from the cheap seats don’t get me wrong

You can hardly even notice

Holding out for something more

Beat me to the punch

It’s coming up Roses, Roses

Well I wish you well

Wish you well upon you’re ride tonight

I’m done thinking for myself, but I know I can’t

Cry hell and feel the back of a worried hand

Can’t pay all the debt that I still owe

My fingers working right down to the bone

Holding out for something more

Paradise from the cheap seats don’t get me wrong

You can hardly even notice

Holding out for something more

Beat me to the punch

It’s coming up Roses, Roses

Well I wish you well

Wish you well upon you’re ride tonight

It won’t be long before I’m

I’m back inside your arms

It won’t be long before I’m

I’m back inside your arms

Sorrow I killed you once before

Beat me to the punch

Darling your coming up Roses, Roses

Well I wish you well

Wish you well upon you’re ride tonight