Shiloh - Fashion Jackson, Jam in the Van

Shiloh sold his soul this afternoon

For a bicycle and a big red balloon

His pops will stumble through the front door soon

Shiloh sold his soul this afternoon

Shiloh’s mother doesn’t care for god

Once hopeful prayers choked by gentle sobs

Limp across a freshly cut front lawn

Shiloh’s mother doesn’t care for god

'Cause they were blessed by drunken angels with no discretion at 2AM on a

Sunday morning

Honestly, they hardly notice it now

Shiloh’s older brother’s getting high

While their little sister tells a lie

To all her friends she says they’re getting by

Shiloh’s older brother’s getting high

But Shiloh knows that things will be okay

He was promised a red-letter day

And all he has to do is smile and wait

Shiloh knows that things will be okay

'Cause he sold his soul to a fallen angel down at the playground one afternoon

under fleeting daylight

Honestly, he hardly notices now

Shiloh’s brother OD’d on the front porch but that’s alright 'cause the cops

came and saw his father

Eyes coiled in red circles

Sends his mother hurtling down the staircase to the judgement of someone who

he’s not entirely sure if he’s entirely unfamiliar with

They were blessed by drunken angels with no discretion at 2AM on a Sunday

morning

Honestly, he hardly notices now

'Cause he sold his soul to a fallen angel down at the playground one afternoon

under fleeting daylight

Honestly

He’s forgotten about it now

He’s forgotten about it now

He’s forgotten about it now