Fourteen years I was sober
I worked hard for my pay
Left my tithe at the altar
Closed my eyes when I prayed
But I'm the repo man and nobody, nobody, nobody weeps for me
Nobody weeps for me
The ground is cold in Minnesota
Cotton falling on the town
I share this hill with a willow
But he never makes a sound
'Cause I'm the repo man and nobody, nobody, nobody weeps for me
Nobody weeps for me
2018 • Late Stage Capitalism
2018 • Late Stage Capitalism
2018 • Late Stage Capitalism
2018 • Late Stage Capitalism
2018 • Late Stage Capitalism
2018 • Late Stage Capitalism
2018 • Late Stage Capitalism
2018 • Late Stage Capitalism
2018 • Late Stage Capitalism
2017 • 11 Obscenely Optimistic Songs For Ukulele: A Micro Folk Record For The 21st Century And Beyond
2017 • 11 Obscenely Optimistic Songs For Ukulele: A Micro Folk Record For The 21st Century And Beyond
2017 • 11 Obscenely Optimistic Songs For Ukulele: A Micro Folk Record For The 21st Century And Beyond