Accidents Lyrics - My Brother's Blood Machine - The Prize Fighter Inferno

Oh, come now father dear 

And turn this blood to choice 

You know I think these young 

Are spent and have seen their day 

My back bares the scars of work 

While my sweat has cut the cost 

If my word to God isnt bonded 

Then Ill be damned to say 

Babe, this cant be so bad 

Only I sure did love the way she danced 

Oh, come now Preacher 

Where this flesh begins to spoil 

You know I think these young 

Are done and have seen their day 

But I should remove their tongues 

Of curse and cast away? 

Oh, this dirty game I play 

Long-Arm, you liar 

Go run home to Mama 

A good boy never gets to dance 

Long-Arm, you liar 

Go run home to Mama 

These good boys never get a chance 

Long-Arm, you liar 

Go run home to Mama 

A good boy never gets to dance 

Long-Arm, you liar 

Go run home to Mama 

These good boys never get a chance