November - You're Just a Skull on a Body, Baby Lyrics
Adam Gnade + The Confederate Yankees
Non-album songs
Lyrics to November - You're Just a Skull on a Body, Baby
and on a dark night in november i fly back to the states sick
and sit on the kerb at the airport
holding my banjo case and my bags under the yellow light
away from orion.
at home in fever dreams and flu visions a voice cuts through the night.
and it's a trumpet when it says you're either going too fast or you're moving too slow.
gotta beat the odds or lose your whole life.
cause if you start shit you can't finish
well then you're finished.
you're just a skull on a body, baby.
i hope you had a good time.
and sit on the kerb at the airport
holding my banjo case and my bags under the yellow light
away from orion.
at home in fever dreams and flu visions a voice cuts through the night.
and it's a trumpet when it says you're either going too fast or you're moving too slow.
gotta beat the odds or lose your whole life.
cause if you start shit you can't finish
well then you're finished.
you're just a skull on a body, baby.
i hope you had a good time.
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