Cover The Tracks With Cash Letra

That stain like a shroud That I undertake I won't make a sound Not Paid off All the big guns got a reputation Got to keep kicking the good man crown You're a well worn wash of wallet Watch the floor and get down A dab on the head In exchange for a hand So empty instead Of the promise I planned To bank on All the big guns have a reputation Got to keep kicking the good man crown You're a well worn wash of wallet Watch the floor and get down On your knees You're going to die You're going to die alone Without comfort of our home Without comfort of our God And if you've ever done truly wrong Pay off your plight Into the bloody hands Of the truly right. Righteous