Boozoo Bajou - Way down feat. Ben Weaver lyrics

Bad day shadows my flow Troubles of this world A hard path to my door Walking through the streets Tail lights bleeding all over my feet Wind like a rusted razor cuttin' lines in my face this deep I see a reborn ghost. And every pa**ing glance Some things can't be held no matter how firm your grasp You'll never find religion in a perfectly clean soul You'll never find religion in a bottom of a bucket with a big ole' hole Clogged arteries This world keeps time with no beating heart I see it everywhere I go brother how it tears us all apart There's less space in each of our souls than on a Manhattan subway car at rush hour If you wanna buy back a little mercy you better first look at the price you gotta pay Missed her so much that you been sleeping in her shoes You ain't go the blues brother, cause it's the blues that got you You can't find religion, not in a perfectly clean soul You can't find religion at the bottom of abucket with big ole' hole Jack of diamons buried deep up my longest sleeve Through the rain and ghetto cross the rotting concrete I go there to find my people, say a prayer upon their sins The virgin Mary, she got a supple bosom and fresh ink in her skin Alone in the crowd here Across your forehead fallin like a Dark ribbon in a highway opening up Swinging a hammer in society's dark chaingang I coulda sworn i hear somebody say You'll never find religion in a perfectly clean soul I said you ain't never gonna find religion Unless you got a bucket with a big fat hole Never find religion, not in a perfectly clean soul You never find religion Not in a perfectly clean soul You never find a religion Unless it's at the bottom Of a bucket with a big ole' hole Can't find religion