White Knuckle, by Christopher Smith

White Knuckle

from The Beckon Call by Christopher Smith

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The Beckon Call CD

This debut full length CD from Christopher Smith also includes immediate download of 10-song record in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.

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lyrics

I saw the cross
Amidst the roof tops
West of Main
Just north from 28th

It's no news to me
Paper chains
Left to the rain
Could bind this faith
Bind this faith

Made in Father's form
Are you crooked
Are you cracked
Are you worn
Are you tearing out your eyes
Let the martyrs boil alive

And though I am young
I have felt love
And felt loss of love
Loss of love

What good is a key
Or name on a lease
When the locks have changed
Locks have changed

Made in Father's form
Are you crooked
Are you cracked
Are you worn
Are you tearing out your eyes
Let the martyrs boil alive

And even if I
Could raise the dead
Lord knows
I'd let them rest

This child
He was born of fire
And he is fucked
And full of spite

I saw the cross
Amidst the roof tops
West of Main
Just north from 28th