Bring Out Your Book by The Burnt Pines

Kris Skovmand – acoustic guitar, percussion, harmonica.
Aaron Flanders – acoustic guitar.
Miguel Sá Pessoa – keyboards.
Fernando Huergo – bass.
Erica Leigh – background vocals.

To the bar at midnight,
Susan’s my right hand.
I’m all the water in Mexico,
And she is the sand.

And I didn’t mean to hurt you,
But I gotta be what I am,
The truth is there’s just not enough time,
In the history of man.

So bring out your priest,
Bring out your book,
Put me down on my knees.
Take me down to the river,
And dunk me in the water
If you think it might help me please.

But there’s no way that God can save me now,
There’s nothing that God will do.
There’s no way that God will save me now,
There’s nothing that God will do for me now.

The first one comes out hungry,
The second one meets the day,
The third one feels that nobody loves him,
And the fourth one finds a way.

And to my sons I’m sorry,
Come see me when you’re grown.
Pull on my beard, and punch me in the belly,
And tell me how much you own.

And bring out your priest,
Bring out your book,
Put me down on my knees.
Take me down to the river
And drown me in the water
If you think you might find some peace.

But there’s no way that God will save you now,
There’s nothing that God will do.
There’s no way that God will save you now,
There’s nothing that God will do for you now.

I was once 9 years old,
I was once 13.
I was once 21,
And once I had a dream.

All the people that I know,
Look like animals to me.
Some are sheep, and some are wolves,
And some are hardly free.

So bring out your priest,
Bring out your book,
Put me up on your knee.
Down to the river,
Float me in the water,
If you think it might help me see.

But there’s no way that God will save us now,
There’s nothing that God will do.
There’s no way that God will save us now,
There’s nothing that God will do for us now.

Written by: Kristoffer Benton Skovmand, Aaron Flanders, Miguel Pereira de Sá Pessoa - (Adraela Music, BMI)
© ℗ 2023 - Adraela Records