I've got my body finding cracks in the walls,
Hiding cash in the walls for better times.
What's for dinner?
I don't know.
I could go into the woods,
Find some food to put on our table.
I know that I'm a bad shot
But I got a shot at finding life in these woods.
I know that I'm a bad shot
With my words, with my gun.
Empty bottles on the shelves
From the Hell of facing ourselves
In the quiet of these woods.
One more drink should close the wound
Clean the sickness from the wound.
There ain't much help out in these woods.
I know that I'm a bad shot
But I got a shot at finding light in these woods.
I know that I'm a bad shot
With my words, with my gun.
credits
from The Woodpile - EP,
released December 8, 2015
Written and performed by Evan Gwin
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