Shoot the Singer

[Verse 1]
Someone took in these pants
Somebody painted over paint
Painted wood
And where he stood, no one stands
It's been said he's sitting now
In the churning land

[Chorus]
Well, I've seen saints, but remember
That I forgot to flag 'em down
When they passed
And in the morning light
You hold that ashtray tight
You could put it out
But I can't put it out

[Verse 2]
My hands shook, down and out
I've got the blisters of the world
World new
I name the book after you
So look up and watch the camera lens
When the risers fade

[Chorus]
Slow it down! Song is sacred!
And brother, you're a hunter
And you're right at home
And in the morning light
I'll hold my ashtray tight
I could take it down
And you can't take it down

[Outro]
La-da-da-da-da-da-da (4x, etc.)
Don't expect (7x)