"Waste And Tragedy" lyrics
Corb Lund Band Lyrics
Waste and tragedy have come and run their fingers through your hair
Waste and tragedy will never hold a candle to your fare
No, never
It was on my shoulder dyin' but too far beyond the lyin' part to care
It got you hurt but still believing in the gospel that the legends bring to bear
Hours and whores and days and days and weeks and weeks
Who's the truly weak and who's the merely weakened?
Vanished into thin air, vanished to the graveyard
Vanished to the graveyard, why couldn't they have stayed there
Months and fronts and years and tears and battered wives
Shattered lives of the weakened, oh, so many weak men
Waste and tragedy will never lift a finger for your care
Waste and tragedy will lead you down the road to disrepair
So grey that hair, girl
Keep those feelings down south down somehow, at least this one last time, because
Soon the sick sheen of your living and your life will be behind you
Hours and whores and days and days and weeks and weeks
Who's the truly weak and who's the merely weakened?
Vanished into thin air, vanished to the graveyard
Ravaged till she bled there, all over the stable
Months and fronts and years and tears and battered wives
Shattered lives of the weakened, oh, so many weak men
Waste and tragedy will never hold a candle to your fare
No, never
It was on my shoulder dyin' but too far beyond the lyin' part to care
It got you hurt but still believing in the gospel that the legends bring to bear
Hours and whores and days and days and weeks and weeks
Who's the truly weak and who's the merely weakened?
Vanished into thin air, vanished to the graveyard
Vanished to the graveyard, why couldn't they have stayed there
Months and fronts and years and tears and battered wives
Shattered lives of the weakened, oh, so many weak men
Waste and tragedy will never lift a finger for your care
Waste and tragedy will lead you down the road to disrepair
So grey that hair, girl
Keep those feelings down south down somehow, at least this one last time, because
Soon the sick sheen of your living and your life will be behind you
Hours and whores and days and days and weeks and weeks
Who's the truly weak and who's the merely weakened?
Vanished into thin air, vanished to the graveyard
Ravaged till she bled there, all over the stable
Months and fronts and years and tears and battered wives
Shattered lives of the weakened, oh, so many weak men
