05. Starvin’ the Fire
Verse 1
On a moonlit Sunday mornin’
well past my funeral dance;
pearly gates ‘round the corner,
I’m dealin’ Blackjack to the devil man,
Verse 3
Slippin’ right through his fingers
I’m gone in the blink of an eye.
My essence lingers, but
he’ll never chain up the king of goodbye.
Bridge
I’m on my way ….
Chorus