Drunken Poets Dream lyrics

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Hayes Carll lyrics : "Drunken Poets Dream"

I'll hold your tears as a ransom
Within the palm of my hand
And tell you once again,

Don't tell me that you're scared

Wake, wake, wake her

From this sea of white linens and
Extract the drugs from her dreams
And sew her seams with delicateness

'cause beneath her chest sits the heart that i live for,
You'd kill for,
The angels would die for

And with a subtle wink and a flutter of wings
They whispered,
They whispered


I'll hold your tears as a ransom
Within the palm of my hand

And tell you once again
Don't tell me that you're scared


Alert the sawbones,
Tell them that she's not scared
She's got an army of saints armed with her prayers

Wake the angels
Tell them that she's not scared
She won't be taking the next flight out of here


With a relic in her right hand,
She rushes to the front line,

Stricken by the wounds across her chest
The angels swear she's blessed with this medical test
That unlocks the gates to the place that we live for

We die for,
I know that she's bound for
And with a subtle wink and a mother's instinct

She whispered,
She whispered


I'll hold your tears as a ransom
Within the palm of my hand
And tell you once again,

Don't tell me that you're

Alert the sawbones,

Tell them that she's not scared
She's got an army of saints armed with her prayers
Wake the angels

Tell them that she's not scared
She won't be taking the next flight


Alert the sawbones,
Tell them that she's not scared
She's got an army of saints armed with her prayers

Wake the angels
Tell them that she's not scared
She won't be taking the next flight out of here


The angels dressed for the wake
But she sent them home

She sent them home
With a handful of bullet shells
With a handful of bullet shells


The angels dressed for the wake
But she sent them home

Sent them home
With a handful of bullet shells
With a handful of bullet shells


Alert the sawbones,
Tell them that she's not scared


Alert the sawbones,
Tell them that she's not scared

She's got an army of saints armed with her prayers
Wake the angels
Tell them that she's not scared
She won't be taking the next flight out of here

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