John R. Miller
John R. Miller
John R. Miller
John R. Miller
John R. Miller
John R. Miller
John R. Miller
John R. Miller
John R. Miller
John R. Miller
[Verse 1]
They made a city outta dollar store tents
Whatever's left in the abandonment
The money's gone somewhere else to be spent
Dead leaves in the garden
Mercury burstin' in empty rooms
Waitin' for a new cycle to bloom
Nothin' to learn now, one could assume
There's things that don't get rescued
[Chorus]
Every peaceful valley's been found
And the promised land was mineral-rich
So the blood got sucked right out
Man, ain't that a son of a bitch
[Verse 2]
Some people never try to dance
Some romanticize their ignorance
But you can't hide behind a paper fence
Nobody goes out innocent
Stubborn as a slow refrain
Some things can't be measured in gains
It's all washed away by the comin' rain
What's gonna take its place?
[Chorus]
Every peaceful valley's been found
And the promised land was mineral-rich
So the blood got sucked right out
Man, ain't that a son of a bitch
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
Every peaceful valley's been found
And the promised land was mineral-rich
So the blood got sucked right out
Man, ain't that a son of a bitch