Padre of the Alley Video (MV)

Oh, you better write this down
You better hear what I say
I've been waiting here so long
I stop waiting today

I lost my faith shaking babies, honey
I cured the whole world with my nausea and vomiting
So you better write this down, down, down
You better hear what I say to you

Too much blood, too much blood on my hands
You give me a reason and I'll show you how to dance with your guns out
Padre, Padre of the Alley

I lost my smile kicking canines
My teeth went yellow reading in between too many lines
I killed my conscious quickly
I covered it up with my stomach aches and head pains
Are you getting this baby

Now you better write this down
You better hear what I got to say

Too much blood, too much blood on my hands
You give me a reason and I'll show you how to dance with your guns out

I'm a pear shape you're an apple
We don't get it on anymore
I'm a two-toned son of a bitch
You want the keys to the castle, gonna see the world
I'm a ghost, walk through me baby

And we will burn a black line
Down the side of your face
To reap the truth again
Leaves you shaken
But with renewed grace
To begin again