Broken Body

Cadillac conversations buried bodies and broken bones

They’re calling up widowed women on their rotary telephones

A rich old man in a pin striped suit has the money to guess your fate

You walk around town throwing money around and you’ll end up in a lake

Power, pride, and prophet putting whole families to rest

You mess around town putting people down but now your messing with the best

Big bodied cars and we got bodies in the back

Taped up and tied well it was all over respect

Some call us smooth well some would even call us blessed

But if you call us anything other than that you’ll get a bullet in your chest

Power, pride, and prophet putting whole families to rest well you mess around town putting

People down but now your messing with the best

Dead bodies and pale blue faces

Broken car windows and empty shell cases

You can pick the time people and places and I’ll show you exactly how my pistol tastes

It’s cold, it’s cold, it’s cold and it’s just for you

Delivering cargo and our trunk was white as snow

Stopped at the railroad tracks pushed some cargo in our nose

Got to the warehouse and we started to unload

Something wasn’t right here it was too quiet and cold

Guns were drawn in setting suns, cries echoed like a ghost

He walked to me, I, on my knees and whistled as he got close

With a grin eyes full of sin all I did was pray for hope

He put his gun under my chin and exhaled a breath of smoke

He said think about the people you’ve hurt and the men you’ve killed

Think about all the funerals and the coffins you have filled

Dead bodies and pale blue faces, broken car windows and empty shell cases

You can pick the time people and places and I’ll show you exactly how my pistol tastes

It’s cold, its cold, its cold and it’s just for you