Man Tap Songtext
von The Devil Makes Three

You may be sitting outside, now, just feeling like you′re bullet proof
Turns out you ain't doing a god damn thing, brown-bagging outside of that telephone booth
All the times it seems so hard, just to get your hands upon the pouring rain
Soon as you feel yourself crawl back up, you′re on your way back down again

You just pray with me, lost daughters and sons
Drink a little, smoking for the barrel of the gun
Them troubles outside of my door
There ain't no way to add them up there's going to be so many more.
You just stay with me lost daughters and sons,
Ain′t nobody leaving until this bottle is done
Them troubles outside of my door
There ain′t no way to add them up there's going to be,
There′s going to be, there's going to be so many more.

Now like steeds, they surely got the power, transform a creature of the sky to a creature of the land
It only takes just one card to either make or break a great hand
You could be making so much noise then all of sudden smack, not a single sound
Seems like a hand sweeps out of the sky and introduces your body to the grit of the ground


You just pray with me, lost daughters and sons
Drink a little, smoking for the barrel of the gun
Them troubles outside of my door
There ain′t no way to add them up there's going to be so many more.
You just stay with me lost daughters and sons,
Ain′t nobody leaving until this bottle is done
Them troubles outside of my door
There ain't no way to add them up there's going to be,
There′s going to be, there′s going to be so many more.

Happiness, now what is this, just a ghost wrapped shadow wrapped in choking chains
A beast that's seldom heard and seen, except inside of our miswired brains
Top of the ladder, bottom of the barrel, both feel like they can′t be satisfied
Some cross with a dime, some leave with a dollar, both got nothing on the other side

You just pray with me, lost daughters and sons
Drink a little, smoking for the barrel of the gun
Them troubles outside of my door
There ain't no way to add them up there′s going to be so many more.
You just stay with me lost daughters and sons,
Ain't nobody leaving until this bottle is done
Them troubles outside of my door
There ain′t no way to add them up there's going to be,
There's going to be, there′s going to be so many more.