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St. Paul The Broken Bones Lyrics

Southern pack at the southern green
A group of people from the South gather at a common area

Everybody selling that southern thing
Everyone is trying to promote the Southern culture

But we can't go, no
Despite the promotion, we can't accept the culture

Peddles in the pine with the hollow teeth
People are selling drugs in the pine woods

Screaming hallelujah from the factories
The factories are making a lot of noise

But we can't know
We don't understand why

Caught four devils in the maker phones
People are using their phones to communicate with dangerous individuals

Telling all the saints that they were wrong
Those individuals are convincing religious people they're incorrect

But they can't know
They don't understand the repercussions of their actions

Choking on the smoke inside their lungs
The pollution is causing people physical harm

Screaming for the mercy of the burning ones
People are pleading for forgiveness from those who have been hurt

But I know it's too late
The damage has already been done and cannot be undone

Preacher of the elastic
The singer is describing someone who is flexible in their beliefs

How we can let it go and go and go
The singer is questioning how people can continue to ignore the issues

Love is full of mercury
Love is unstable and dangerous

And now we can lose control, control, control
Due to the instability of love, people are at risk of losing their minds

What do we ever do?
The artist is questioning what humans have ever done right

I know that you got it bad
The singer sees that someone is struggling

Gun shaped bottle in a loaded tongue
The singer is describing someone who is angry and ready to attack

Jesus ain't the problem but he started one
The artist believes that Jesus started a conflict

He don't understand
Jesus doesn't comprehend the gravity of the issue

Black veil preacher at the city mall's
The artist sees a religious figure at a shopping center

Hiding in the bushes 'cause he likes the muse
The person is hiding because they enjoy observing others

I don't understand it
The artist is expressing confusion

Death on the breath of a wounded dove
Someone who is injured is slowly dying

Shipped two-ninety, took all my blood
The singer is referring to a medical procedure that caused them pain

And suck on my blood
The medical professionals drained the singer's blood

There's a little light
Hope still exists

There's a little hope
Optimism is still present

It seems to fade away
Despite hope, difficulties continue to arise

We are just bruised fruit falling from the tree
People are harmed and falling apart like fruit that has been damaged by bruises

God is a gambler who can't set us free
The artist believes that God is playing a game with them and cannot offer freedom

Where are we going? We're lost
The artist is uncertain about the future

I can't tell you the cost
The artist doesn't know how much the future will cost them

For the continental fruit toast
The singer is ending the song with a phrase that seems to have no clear meaning