Live at the B.O.B.: Into the Fire

Like a dog coming back to the scene of the crime
I could not steer clear of the smell
Of that smoky drink or that burning sign
Or those three steps descending to hell

In that bar at the edge of that run-down town
The roadkill would frequently meet
To swap tales or sins or formulas
For making what's bitter taste sweet.

O Jesus, my Jesus come save this soul
Cause I certainly will expire
If left to my self and my suicide love
Of those three steps down into the fire

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• men not rabbits
• adam barr
• luke barr
• marc vandermaas
• steve oostdyk
• into the fire
• the b.o.b.