Dustin Kensrue

I've got a feeling, it's hard to explain. Feels like the devil rents a room in my brain. Did things I'm ashamed of, feel like dear old St. Paul. The things that I wanna do, I don't do at all. So bury me deep, Cover me with snow. Wrap me in sleep, The

[ti:Pistola] [ar:Incubus] [al:A Crow Left Of The Murder] [offset:500] [00:29.12]On the tip of my tongue an offence is poised and rearing [00:36.43] [00:40.33]My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger [00:48.72] [00:54.38]Your weapon is a Pistol

I've got bills to pay, tax man on my tail Just keep prayin' that the check's in the mail There are times it seems everything's lost And I'm moanin', I'm tossed and I see Between the river and the ravens I'm fit Between oblivion and the blazes I'm the