Текст песни Black Arts - Jared Morris

I heard she's a healer
But you know I'm a dealer in the black arts
I tried to seal her in a charm
I never tried to steal her heart

I have 10 rules I said I'd never break
And I just broke every one except eight
And I am just getting started
And I'll sit back and let all of that sink in

This isn't gonna end well at all
But I can't help myself
This isn't gonna end well at all
A censer sits on my shelf
This isn't gonna end well at all
I just can't help myself
They say the bride comes before the fall
But I never saw the groom at all

You know she's still a doll to me, though
I make time with Santa Muerte and Marie Laveau
I am a poor masseur with Hansen's disease
But you couldn't keep hands off of me

On the ground
A circle in salt all around
My bed but id still let you get in
A rhyme to bind these lines, and it would
Be fine if that were all it did

This isn't gonna end well at all
But I can't help myself
This isn't gonna end well at all
A censer sits on my shelf
This isn't gonna end well at all
I just can't help myself
They say the bribe comes before the thrall
But I never saw them bear the pall

At night
I sit amongst the trees and
I hear an animal rustle the weeds
I fear, here's where the story get weird
I'd swear the animal was me

You learned a crucial lesson today
Stay, if there's still money to be made
The police don't help you enough
We better scram before more of them show up

That's the way it always is
A sacrifice for the common din
Somebody's always having kids
I didn't get invited in

To the wedding of the century
I probably would have made a scene

Unlucky in love
Unlucky in dance
Unlucky at losing my pants

Unlucky in love
Unlucky in dance
Unlucky at losing my pants

Unlucky in love
Unlucky in dance