Lyrics

Good Life (Jan. 2015)
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Love does not come from the barrel of a gun
No, it never does
We shout for peace so I don't know why
I hear the cries in the street from the blood
No! Another "somebody's son" shot down
no signs of real relief from what this should not be, but is, and is to the core
I'm holding on to faith, good things flow from this very storm

For now? Don't bring me flowers after I'm gone
Then it is too late, for time's slipping by
Give me all your love
Give it to me with all your might
We'll be our taste of the good life

I've grown so weary of the smoke and the lies
No. I know something just ain't right
'Cause it feels like thieves trying to steal my life
There is no joke in the hope
We may feel broken to the bone on our knees.
The trick? You better guard your light
They'll suck you dry 'till there's no light to shine
And this it should not be but is and is to the core
I'm holding on to faith, good things flow from this very storm

For now? Don't bring me flowers after I'm gone
Then it is too late, for time's slipping by
Give me all your love
Give it to me with all your might
We'll be our taste of the good life

Your heart for ransom
Your heart for ransom is the price that you'll pay
when you say that you don't care
I want a mansion
A real connection in your eyes from the sky when you smile

'cause I hear the trumpets blowing loud
Wave upon wave I see the rising tide
But I'm not worried in this life, no
I pray to God He gonna save my life

Oh don't bring me flowers after I'm gone
Then it is too late, for time's slipping by
Give me all your love, give it to me with all your might
Inspite of everything, don't give up the fight
We'll be our taste of the good life

Come be my taste of the good life
'cause love does not come front he barrel of a gun
No, it never does.