Send me song
I heard you're doing well
The spirit it gives
So won't you give it up, baby
And stop using me, boy
My soul means well, but I'm sorry
So won't you give it up, baby
Like Sodom to Gomorrah, all dead now
To deserve such a thing?
I said get along, little sister
Heard you're doing well
Come on, yeah
Take a trip on the other side of hell
I said show me to you
Sing that song
Sing that song
I washed it all away, washed it all away
My skin, it is weathered
I heard you're doing well
The spirit provides me
I've been persecuted like a dying man
In a show, no mean martyr days, yeah
So come bite the apple, I'm run down
And just what have I done
And stop using me, boy
So bring me an apple, I'm crying
Sing me real song
Said get along, little sister
Sing me real song
I heard you're doing well
I said get along, little sister
Till I washed it all away
And I'm nervous, yes, I am
Sing me a real real song
You said, I heard all that before
I heard you're doing well
My future was in my hands
Heard you're doing well
But it also can take away
Said between
I've heard all that before
I've heard all that before
Come on, come
So please stop to laugh and pity me
Heard you're doing well
I said get along, little sister
You say, I heard all that before
