In the neon dawn workin' she's a hooker saint
Hikin' up that skirt girl lawd it ain't no shame
And that's right when the sirens cry blood falls on the ground
She's a saying her last three words It's better now
She said redeeming me ain't no short order
I'll be the bricks you be the mortar
Pistol in his pants workin' he's a hold up man
He'll draw that gun on you like he don't give a damn
That's cash on the barrelhead and a pack on BC's
I don't sleep too good these days I need a little relief
You can't get over it it, haunts you like a ghost
You always hurt the ones you care about the most
Out of the blue you call me up you're feelin' low again
You can't get back with Mr. Black you drank up all his gin
Boo Ray - Bricks and Mortar Lyrics
Boo Ray - Bricks and Mortar Lyrics
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In the neon dawn workin' she's a hooker saint
Hikin' up that skirt girl lawd it ain't no shame
And that's right when the sirens cry blood falls on the ground
She's a saying her last three words It's better now
She said redeeming me ain't no short order
I'll be the bricks you be the mortar
Pistol in his pants workin' he's a hold up man
He'll draw that gun on you like he don't give a damn
That's cash on the barrelhead and a pack on BC's
I don't sleep too good these days I need a little relief
You can't get over it it, haunts you like a ghost
You always hurt the ones you care about the most
Out of the blue you call me up you're feelin' low again
You can't get back with Mr. Black you drank up all his gin
Hikin' up that skirt girl lawd it ain't no shame
And that's right when the sirens cry blood falls on the ground
She's a saying her last three words It's better now
She said redeeming me ain't no short order
I'll be the bricks you be the mortar
Pistol in his pants workin' he's a hold up man
He'll draw that gun on you like he don't give a damn
That's cash on the barrelhead and a pack on BC's
I don't sleep too good these days I need a little relief
You can't get over it it, haunts you like a ghost
You always hurt the ones you care about the most
Out of the blue you call me up you're feelin' low again
You can't get back with Mr. Black you drank up all his gin
Writer: ROBERT EDWARD MAGOWAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp.
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp.