Thirty days and thirty nights
Felt the lashes, could see the stripes
I know trouble and I know it's like
I won't suffer anymore
False fire

Every night while I'm asleep
I hear the spirits talk to me
I know trouble and I know it's like
But I won't suffer anymore
False fire

Well I've tried whisky, I've tried walking
But it don't stop the voices talking
I know trouble and I know it's like
But I won't suffer anymore
False fire
God talks to me

He said Your mothers love for your father
Was brief as [bad word] of fours
When he questioned her about her love for him
She did her best to reassure

Swore she'd never love another
She must have bit her tongue in fear
Because another came along that night
Put poison in your fathers ear

This murderer was clever
He could charm any girl to his ??
Put your father in his coffin
And took your mother to his bed

I won't suffer no more
False fire
I won't suffer no more
False fire