Текст песни: Way down feat. Ben Weaver + перевод

Bad day shadows my flow

Troubles of this world

A hard path to my door

Walking through the streets

Tail lights bleeding all over my feet

Wind like a rusted razor cuttin' lines in my face this deep

I see a reborn ghost. And every passing glance

Some things can’t be held no matter how firm your grasp

You’ll never find religion in a perfectly clean soul

You’ll never find religion in a bottom of a bucket with a big ole' hole

Clogged arteries

This world keeps time with no beating heart

I see it everywhere I go brother how it tears us all apart

There’s less space in each of our souls than on a Manhattan subway car at rush

hour

If you wanna buy back a little mercy you better first look at the price you

gotta pay

Missed her so much that you been sleeping in her shoes

You ain’t go the blues brother, cause it’s the blues that got you

You can’t find religion, not in a perfectly clean soul

You can’t find religion at the bottom of abucket with big ole' hole

Jack of diamons buried deep up my longest sleeve

Through the rain and ghetto cross the rotting concrete

I go there to find my people, say a prayer upon their sins

The virgin Mary, she got a supple bosom and fresh ink in her skin

Alone in the crowd here

Across your forehead fallin like a

Dark ribbon in a highway opening up

Swinging a hammer in society’s dark chaingang

I coulda sworn i hear somebody say

You’ll never find religion in a perfectly clean soul

I said you ain’t never gonna find religion

Unless you got a bucket with a big fat hole

Never find religion, not in a perfectly clean soul

You never find religion

Not in a perfectly clean soul

You never find a religion

Unless it’s at the bottom

Of a bucket with a big ole' hole

Can’t find religion

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