Ghostwriter
This is an album we purchased after we listened this group on an appearance on morning talk show. This particular song was one my husband used as his fought with sobriety.
There are secretsin the soul of methings i keep insideplaces you will never seehidden under lock and keyFlesh and blood and skin and boneyou’re looking from the outside inall you’ll see is what you’re shownflesh and blood and skin and boneIt’s par for the courseit’s a matter of factpeople are all the samethey want to makemy business theirsslandering my good nameall around my neighborhoodpeople trying to saythat i aint no goodpointing their fingerat me and minelook at what’s hangingon my clothesline
Flesh and blood and skin and bonewhat’s mine is mine is mine alonestand at the window on your tippy toesblinds are down, skin and boneAshes come to ashesdust becomes to dustmy secret soul will never dieas my body surely mustwhen i’m buried under the groundi’ll still be here in kindinvisible and sinisterthe things i leave behindFlesh and bone and skin and bloodbury me deep beneath the mudwhen i die only thing thats goneflesh and blood, skin and bone.
