Discomfort Inn

A poor man with a rich man's habit is a dead man
 Like a gun is nothing until in some ones hand
 A funeral is party without a corpse
 And a wedding is two strangers then divorce
 A need a smaller pen so I can write
 Because the devil has my idle hands within his sight
 And I just want to say something true
 It's a lie that you love me too
 A murder is a cold body without police
 And a bird with no wings is a rat to me
 If you're able to go on another day
 Consider yourself lucky, don't change
 A bible is just paper without the words
 With two ends and no content in the middle verse
 And no chorus but I thank you for the guitar
 I wouldn't have made it this far
 When I say that I am talking about the years
 My two daughters and my right hand that wipes the tears
 Not from god's hand I let the sunlight shine through
 All the darkness the ends with you