Dead Confederate

I got mad at history Picked it up and fell in love with everything Men and pen and paper Like the wind you let 'em in now they'll never leave. Run from the gun don't be afraid Run from the gun where the dead lay Run from the gun don't be afraid Run f

Laid down on the floor in filth Let me see your fingers I don't bite, I'm frozen tight I'm the one the one who kisses you goodnight Laid down on the floor in filth I can hear you sleeping Short of breath you're so very still I wonder what you're drea