Lyrics Cry Hell - Black Pistol Fire

Cry hell about the sin of a preacher man
Cry hell about the things that you can't change
Found trouble when the truth had to run and hide
Tell mamma if you can't tell a lie
Holding out for something more
Paradise from the cheap seats don't get me wrong
You can hardly even notice
Holding out for something more
Beat me to the punch
It's coming up Roses, Roses
Well I wish you well
Wish you well upon you're ride tonight
I'm done thinking for myself, but I know I can't
Cry hell and feel the back of a worried hand
Can't pay all the debt that I still owe
My fingers working right down to the bone
Holding out for something more
Paradise from the cheap seats don't get me wrong
You can hardly even notice
Holding out for something more
Beat me to the punch
It's coming up Roses, Roses
Well I wish you well
Wish you well upon you're ride tonight
It won't be long before I'm
I'm back inside your arms
It won't be long before I'm
I'm back inside your arms
Sorrow I killed you once before
Beat me to the punch
Darling your coming up Roses, Roses
Well I wish you well
Wish you well upon you're ride tonight