Living Will from Crooked Songs by Rance Garrison

Broken windows old hotels
You're burdened with the lies they tell
Glaring into the silver swell
All jaws dropped as the curtain fell
The prince gives his hidden cause
Revenge was for the love he lost
Interest compounded a heart of frost
All our roads will one day cross

It'll be a hard rain falling down on you and me
A rough road to the other side
A lost cause but one in which we can believe
A hard rain falling

If I end up dead and broke
Missing the point of my own joke
Just promise you won't let me choke
Upon the words that I spoke
For broken men with busted guns
Come marching out with busted drums
Spewing conceit from forked tongues
So hide your women and your young

It'll be a hard rain falling down on you and me
A rough road to the other side
A lost cause but one in which we can believe
A hard rain falling.

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