This Is Midnight Lyrics

Danger bite the bullet on the street
This is midnight, the blood is on your sheet
I'm sinking softly into night time, primetime home
Where it's a paradise to paint it black alone
Where I'm your man, yes I'm your man
A little white man, who thinks he can
run faster than Jesus ran
The demons bloom, the stars are moving fast
Newborn legends spread their wings and hope to last
If not a century, just through this night
Before the angels pick them up on their next flight

Where I'm your man, yes I'm your man
A little white man, who thinks he can sing brighter than Jesus sang
The sirens sing, the audience all ears
Please spread your wings and leave behind all tears
You're in good hands now, stuck in the palm that leads
you in
Swept away by a brighter day, when your midnight dreams
set in
Where I'm your man, yes I'm your man
A little white man, who thinks he can
run faster than Jesus ran
It's not ok to bite the hand that feeds you
But quite alright to slap the messenger
We feel a need to chop the hand that feeds us
The captain's bleeding, we're just passengers

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