Тексты песни «Bible Belt»

You won't remember anything you felt When he cuts you all alive with his bible belt You won't remember anything you felt When he cuts you all to pieces with his bible belt Well you'll see There's no one that kissed me...

There are nights, so vacant and hushed, I can feel the texture of my tattered soul moving within me. Black tar, dripping, sticky and thick. A soft, slow secretion of indifference slopping through the hollow suit I use...

(Travis Tritt) Well, he was the assistant preacher and the Sunday school teacher In the church that I grew up in She was looker from Atlanta, led the choir, played piano Had a body that was made for sin She didn't care...