Текст Black Pistol Fire – Storm Cussin’

Throw me down a line
I’ve been sinkin’ with the risin’ tide
Away my brittle bones
To the side of a rollin’ stone

Help is on the way
Don’t know if I can be saved
Old enough to know
Forever might be too long
Don’t talk me down
No use for me givin’ one more try, try

Good for nothin’, but you got me all
Storm cussin’, cussin’
Good for nothin’, but you got me all
Storm cussin’, cussin’
Hard times, time will show ya the door

Yours are not to keep
Spend my last days pullin’ teeth
Knowing what you told
You’re worth your weight in gold
Lay me down to die
In the hour of the wolf I heard you cry, cry

Good for nothin’, but you got me all
Storm cussin’, cussin’
Good for nothin’, but you got me all
Storm cussin’, cussin’
Hard times, time will show ya the door

Hard times, what you waitin’ for
Hard times, time