Dynamite - The Devil Makes Three

Well I been thinking the paint off these walls

Watching every single aspiration this fall

Why can’t it be like it is in my dreams

Where I fly through the sky but ain’t got no wings

I’m like a sweating stack of dynamite, it’s true

You can straight feel the blast when we brush against you

Now hear me

I’ve been hearing the voices of the grave

Now every single one made me their slave

Pushing their music down into my veins

All that powder and all that pain

I’m like a sweating stack of dynamite, it’s true

You can straight feel the blast when we brush against you

I know that it’s coming, but I ain’t worried none

'Cause we got enough here to go around

And every single person’s gonna get them some

I been watching the angels fly

Up inside that deep blue sky

They been whispering secrets down into my ears

Everything that I need to hear

Say, I’m a sweating stack of dynamite, it’s true

You can straight feel the blast when we brush against you

Now I’m parking it side by side

Seems like demons don’t give me no place to hide

Doesn’t matter where I go, near or far

He always knows just where you are

I’m like a sweating stack of dynamite, it’s true

It’s like I’m gonna kill myself, but I’d rather kill you

I know that it’s coming, and I ain’t worried none

'Cause we got enough here to go around

And every single person’s gonna get them some

Now I’m just driving on the same old wings

Man, it seems they’re the same old things

It don’t matter how far that I try to go

Whether fast or whether slow

I’m like a sweating stack of dynamite, it’s true

I’m gonna kill myself, but I’d rather kill you

Now hear me

I been walking the same old lines

Trying so hard to stay on the outside

But it seems it don’t matter how hard I try

I always end up back up on the inside

Now you sing and now you don’t

And now I will and now I won’t

I’ll wait right here and you will see