Wrinkle Neck Mules
black skies for the high mighty
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I resigned to a life of resignation
Brushed the fires with my own flesh and bone
Black skies for the high and mighty
Black skies for the high and mighty
Daylight, well it never felt so right
All the plight, I avoid it with my eye
Black skies for the high and mighty
Black skies for the high and mighty
Let the crows pick my bones
Let the crows pick my bones
Let the crows pick my bones
Every story is judged
By the color of the tone
This ones as dark as my grandmother's lung
Black skies for the high and mighty
Black skies for the high and mighty
Let the crows pick my bones
Let the crows pick my bones
Let the crows pick my bones