[Verse]
Gold are the coins
Loud are the cheers
Could’ve made a week’s pay down at the pier
Ram down the cork
Know where it’s at
You know those blue town dandies gonna get their spines cracked
Be close to your friends
Beware of yourself
Better cook me up some news or some gossip or else
I like my facts rare
I like my rumors bleeding
We’re gonna feast on those words that don’t bear repeating
[Chorus]
Down in the cut
Nothing to do
Roll down the window let the light shine through
Down in the cut
Nowhere to go
Throw it into first and take it real slow
[Verse]
I think that gun is wiser than the hand on it’s grip
If you were never loved than you’ll never be missed
I could win any game with those marbles in your head
If you want to try your luck down at the bookie’s instead
Tear’s for the body, skull for the cap
Spit for the foam, eyes for the tap
Shore for the bar, shell for the cup
The waves for music, and your life for good luck
[Chorus]
Down in the cut
Man's his own
Let it all ride on a game of Pope Joan
Down in the cut
Do you what you can
I got the curse of Scotland right here in my hand
[Bridge]
Be not afraid, I die everyday
Buried billions of myselves
Know more than knowing can glean
Think more than thoughts can tell
There is nowhere to go, no one to save
You’d rather die in this life than live in a grave
[Chorus]
Down in the cut
Fire's deep
Blue and the gold, they're gonna make us all bleed
Down in the cut
Nothing to see
You got to sell it all back to the company
Down in the cut
Nothing to do
Roll down the window let the light shine through
Down in the cut
Nowhere to go
Throw it into first and take it real slow
Gold are the coins
Loud are the cheers
Could’ve made a week’s pay down at the pier
Ram down the cork
Know where it’s at
You know those blue town dandies gonna get their spines cracked
Be close to your friends
Beware of yourself
Better cook me up some news or some gossip or else
I like my facts rare
I like my rumors bleeding
We’re gonna feast on those words that don’t bear repeating
[Chorus]
Down in the cut
Nothing to do
Roll down the window let the light shine through
Down in the cut
Nowhere to go
Throw it into first and take it real slow
[Verse]
I think that gun is wiser than the hand on it’s grip
If you were never loved than you’ll never be missed
I could win any game with those marbles in your head
If you want to try your luck down at the bookie’s instead
Tear’s for the body, skull for the cap
Spit for the foam, eyes for the tap
Shore for the bar, shell for the cup
The waves for music, and your life for good luck
[Chorus]
Down in the cut
Man's his own
Let it all ride on a game of Pope Joan
Down in the cut
Do you what you can
I got the curse of Scotland right here in my hand
[Bridge]
Be not afraid, I die everyday
Buried billions of myselves
Know more than knowing can glean
Think more than thoughts can tell
There is nowhere to go, no one to save
You’d rather die in this life than live in a grave
[Chorus]
Down in the cut
Fire's deep
Blue and the gold, they're gonna make us all bleed
Down in the cut
Nothing to see
You got to sell it all back to the company
Down in the cut
Nothing to do
Roll down the window let the light shine through
Down in the cut
Nowhere to go
Throw it into first and take it real slow
( Three for Silver )
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