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God is good all the time, yeah, all the time God is good When I'm fucking of being polite and overall misunderstood So I snuck on out into the stream, cigarette between my teeth Thought I heard the front door creek, it was just my neighboor with her cup of tea She said, "What's realer than the part of you that you don't even claim?" Well, I guess that's how West Memphis probably feels Whatever shit they sell you next don't ever ease the pain Aimed at just how just shitty those snickеrs feel 'Cause it ain't the booze, it ain't thе bars It ain't the trip on out to Mars It's a well that's dug down deep down inside of you I ain't got a horse out in the race But we're foes from that place 'Cause there's tragedy we all know is the truth That country ain't accustomed Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Don't you let them dress you Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Battle ship and ouija board, who could ever ask for more? Formula from the corner store, I had no idea they'd grew up poor It was TV in and praise the Lord, then power was on out by four Granny said to trust the Lord, you'll hear the second settle every scory Letras de canciones What's realer than the part of you that you don't even claim? Well, I guess that's how West Memphis probably feels But whatever shit they sell you next don't ever ease the pain It ain't that just how them city slickers deal 'Cause it ain't the booze, it ain't the bars It ain't the trip on out to Mars It's a well that's dug down deep down inside of you I ain't got a horse out in the race But we're foes from that place 'Cause there's tragedy we all know is the truth That country ain't accustomed Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Don't you let them dress you Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm They'll dress you up, sell you out and cut you down And play their good old gooddamn games until the gospel comes around 'Cause it ain't the booze, it ain't the bars It ain't the trip on out to Mars It's a well that's dug down deep down inside of you You can wear the hats and hit the gas And wonder where you'll end up next You're a lucky one, the truth will follow you That country ain't accustomed Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Don't you let them dress you Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Mm-mm The cost it takes to remember yourself as long as this goes As long as this goes No, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no No one knows the cost it takes to remember yourself as long as this goes No one knows the cost Cost From Letras Mania