Folk Singer Lyrics - Matthew Good Band

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Folk Singer
caught the last train to martyrdom him around 2 am
nothing really left to say
I knew it would turn out this way
they're gonna hang me high
silhouetted against the sky
lost swinging in the wind
I pray that she will come and
carry me away to somewhere safe, somewhere safe

the kid is broken
they knocked him down
they took him apart but they're not sure what they found
got the hands of a thief and the heart of a lion
he's going down swinging ‘cause they knew they couldn't buy him
you got me cornered but I don't care
I'll take you all on, all on
going out fast and on my feet
but don't count too many yet ‘cause I ain't gone
gonna let them hear you scream
one more time this simple dream
for you will not be forgotten
and this will, this will not be forgotten

caught the last train to martyrdom around 2 am
nothing really left to say
I knew it would work out this way
you might walk with dominance but you don't control me
I'd rather take myself than let you bury me
you can say it loud and if you mean it
you can, you can say it twice
talking counter revolutions but maybe for once
you could take some of your own advice
these days are numbered since nothing lasts for very long
it doesn't matter what you believe in
if you think that everyone else is wrong
stop and think about it
what do you have to show
for all the years you've sat around hoping that you would get the chance to know
whether someone thought you were worth something

well someone thought you were worth something
but he doesn't anymore

the king is broken they knocked him down
they took him apart but they're not sure what they found
got the hands of a thief and the heart a lion, yeah
and I'm going down swinging ‘cause they knew they couldn't buy him

I am going down swinging ‘cause they knew they couldn’t buy him

caught the last train that murdered him around 2 am

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