Alabama Acres - Kevin Devine

My brother's blood boils in my arms It balls my fingers into fists It bubbles blisters burns my palms It floods with fury fights and fits It's got the good guy

I quit the carnival and moved next door Thought I'd had enough but I wanted more So now I'm sneaking out at night I clean my face and shine my shoes And go wher

作词 : Kevin Devine 作曲 : Kevin Devine In the hand of God there's a cattle prod That keeps shocking us along 'Til we're flung from roofs without parachutes To

One two three four one I could be with anyone Just while the honeymoon burns bright No electricity that keeps things light I'm not saying that it's right I'm no

Your husband He drinks like a writer But he writes like a banker I hope his pens all run dry You watch him from your cave in the corner Full moon eyes flame and

Composed by：Devine You drag your tigers paw across Your chapped

You wrestle yourself to the ground You springboard and kick yourself in the mouth Cause all of that drama that embarrassed charade Couldn't stop you or settle y

作曲 : Devine I cry at her bowl, dog's dying day A bone in her bowl, a watery grave See, I am a sailor, but I'm not so great I keep fishin' for roadkill, passin

This is the window where I watched the future start My pupils dilated The shock sped up my arms I shut my ambushed eyes And turned my face towards the heat I fe

You're hot fog I can feel you and you're not far off I can taste you and you're what I want But I can't know you even when you're in my arms You're burnt sky A