Blood on the Floor
By: Shane Scheib
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Description
There's still blood on the floor from the Civil War
Lyrics
still blood on the floor from the civil war but those ghosts don't bother most folks no more ones who abide that old decree they're stuck liven life just south of free through the stain past windows on the hard heart floors sit the downcast widows behind deadbolt doors each time that ancient doorbell rings another angel lose her wings smoke billows black makes breathing harder red chimney stacked with bricks and martyrs mother veils her child's eyes but her cover fails the flames to hide don't nobody trust those vacant stairs to the second level landing rocking chairs her timbers whisper only violence her native language lonely silence bullets once rang scars still remain til heaven hailed down and changed the reign not a man who wanders down these halls don't read the writing on these walls
