The Death of Folk
Corey Baum
[Verse 1]
I lie awake with that torment
The same that twists up the sea
I lay on rough sheets of cotton
As cold now as me
And I'll rest when I’m dead, love
So don't you worry about me
[Verse 2]
There's a spark run through humanity
It runs right through me
In the dark of my cotton
I’ll let you come see
It brings some to salvation
But can break a man down to his knees
[Verse 3]
In these words there rests poison
In these words is honey
Some are mixed in with trouble
Some with whiskey
But they all come out spittin'
One part love and one part jealousy