morgan geer

The Judas Table

When you wake up in the morning what pulls you out of bed
Voices on the radio or voices in your head?
The dogs of war are scratching at my door
I am just a poor boy on a mattress on the floor
 
Summer child on the run
It’s New Year’s Eve and what have you learned?
Do as you please, break the law
Out on a limb, the sweetest fruit of all
 
It’s a hotter lake of fire than the one I had envisioned
Let’s raise a little hell before they throw us all in prison
Come on into my kitchen, I won’t ask you where you’ve been
It takes more than money to pay the rent
 
Summer child on the run
It’s New Year’s Eve and what have you learned?
Do as you please, break the law
Out on a limb, the sweetest fruit of all
 
Put me on The Judas Table
Bleed me dry till I’m unable to confess the blues
 
When your day is over and you turn out the lights
What puts you to sleep, what keeps you up at night?
David v. Goliath? Biblical surprise?
If the good lord’s willin’ and the meek don’t rise
 
Summer child on the run
It’s New Year’s Eve and what have you learned?
Do as you please, break the law
Out on a limb, the sweetest fruit of all
Out on a limb, the sweetest fruit of all
 
 

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