The Recap - The Dead South

Can't compare you to the other girls You are something different you are special girl They way you walk they you speak I just want to take of your jeans and do bad things with you Yeah do bad things with you Shawty left me a message on my phone But i got no time to respond right now Little movies i create in my head Babe i just want to hold your hand no So i can bring you to any place in this world And make you see those beautiful stars again Like i already did back then Like i already back then Sometimes stories have to end This is just one of many i'll tell you how it ends I'll tell you how it ends

Momma made something sweet It's good for you to eat But you were out late messing around The girls are in your hands Dangerous charm you don't understand The other men will burn you alive You're just naive boy You better leave boy Tonight The streets are whispering now Of this gentlemen in town A lover, who cannot be beat The men around town Gathered on the sacred ground And repeated to beat their chests You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now Been hiding as you can Too weak to even stand Your bones don't fit your skin no more Caught you crying at the moon Begging momma for a room But she's felt the burn of your love You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now Got down on your knees to pray Asking your father in his grave He whispered son Get on your horse and ride I'm gonna show you Where you gonna die Where you gonna die Where you gonna die You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now Outro This blessing turned to curse Your charm worked in reverse And a love song That is burnt in my mind

We started out from Bern one sunny August morn' There was just the four of us against the Matterhorn There was Albert the Australian and John the Irishman Me and Bill from Britain, mad dogs in the sun Matterhorn, Matterhorn Men have tried and men have died to climb the Matterhorn That mighty Matterhorn Two miles up, we lost John and our rations fell below Now Al and Bill are lying beneath an avalanche of snow Now here I am alone now, and I know I cannot stop Two more yards in front of me until I reach the top Matterhorn, Matterhorn Men have tried and men have died to climb the Matterhorn That mighty Matterhorn Well, here I am a dying upon the Matterhorn Not a grave for me to lie in nor grave to keep me warm And the Queen would surely knight me if I could get back down But it's closer here to heaven Than it is back to the ground Matterhorn, Matterhorn Men have tried and men have died to climb the Matterhorn That mighty Matterhorn That mighty Matterhorn