Turns and Corners

Lungs are heavy bullets for my chest I put it all together, I decorate some mess Lord have mercy on this faithful girl Take me better, rip me off for her Everybody's got waking sometime From a distant path From turns and corners that are hiding dangerous Everybody's got waking sometime From a distant path From turns and corners that are hiding dangerous When you are laying, your face in the dust The bitter ground beneath you is one to trust Then soon or later you'll get your pay It might be as unfair as a devil's game Everybody's got waking sometime From a distant path From turns and corners that hiding dangerous Everybody's got waking sometime From a distant path From turns and corners that hiding dangerous