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Blood of The Lamb Lyrics by Casey Berry
Casey Berry Lyrics
There's a bible on the bed
It's got passages in red
That help me make it through the day
I use to be afraid
To close my eyes at night
Now I pray I fade away
Cause there's a picture on the wall
Of a pretty little blonde
Holding that little baby boy
That'll never know my name
Never her my voice
Cause my choices they were all wrong
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If you're going to say a prayer
Don't waist your words on me
I pulled the trigger on a .38 special
One night when I was on speed
For a couple of bucks and a pack of smokes I didn't need
I left him lying there in the parking lot
Of Denny's
And poured the blood of the lamb on me
Growing up
They say I never stood a chance
Daddy was gone a lot
So my mamma she made friends
A 15 year old kid wasn't part of her plans
I turned to my friends
Started taking drugs
We went to robbing nice folks
Like a bunch of thugs
That night on fifteenth and main
I was the last one with a gun
Chorus :
There's a bible on the bed
It's got passages in red
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