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I've broken bottles on the kitchen floor
Shake the pain the town believed that she could pay me more
She gave me five [bad word] dollars just to let her know
So she could get in touch with, so she could sell her soul
Well don't lead her in, punch like idiot
I'm dreaming in the sky with leather boots and rope
Eyes dark as night, smile cold as snow
Guns from this fights with pills we both get though

I need to silver dimes to make the transfer now
Then you go to the crossroads and bow before the crowd
Now look to the horizon and follow the sound of boos
When there's nothing left but self you have to power out the blues

Ten broken bottles in the kitchen sink
Shadow of a girl who used to dress in pink
She turned to the drink, friends what you think?
Wanted to help but hey couldn't bear to think
Now three years later when she was on her last breath
Along came Jonny to take her to her death
Just as she was looking for evils of the dream
I'm still the girl with the rage in tambourine

The devil don't, the devil don't dance
That's what your momma said (x2)
The devil don't, the devil don't dance

That's what your momma said, that's what your momma's momma.(x4)