Church - Maybe These Boys... lyrics

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Framed up baby, know her place<br />

Slippery salmon all over her face<br />

Browsing down through the mirrored hall<br />

See Arizona standing ten feet tall<br />

Her father's smart, plays his part<br />

Twirls his star and watch them start<br />

Oh no no don't wander off the set<br />

We haven't reached the borders yet<br />

Then into town he rides in grim<br />

All the mercenaries are following him<br />

Ripped and raw, lays his glove on the door<br />

Walks in and tells the man on the floor<br />

Maybe these boys want to do some talking<br />

Your room's a mess, it's ugliness<br />

But I go on living in it till you say yes<br />

The curtains are new, but the windows are old<br />

All the stories passing through already been told<br />

We live in a style where trust is a drag<br />

To hold up your end means the middle will sag<br />

Some blackhearted actors interfered in your scene<br />

And you can't stand success or the place where it's been<br />

The fader's been placed, judgment passed down<br />

Staying up all night till pure sleep drags you down<br />

Ripped and raw, her voice at the door<br />

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Walks in, expecting him, finds something more<br />

Says maybe these boys want to do some talking