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  1. Trap Door

From the album Geronimo

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Lyrics

STANDIN ON AN OLD WOODEN CASK
GOT MY PISTOL READY TO BLAST
ENOUGH GUNPOWDER TO KNOCK YOU ON YOUR ASS
WHEN A TRAPDOOR SWINGS YOU BACK INTO THE PAST
IN A WHISKY GAMBLIN BLISS
ALL YOUR DOUGH ON THE LINE YOU BETTER NOT MISS

BOTTLES ROLLIN ROUND ON THE FLOOR
WHEN OLD MAN WALKS IN THROUGH THE DOOR
IT SEEMS AS THOUGH WE’VE MET SOMEPLACE BEFORE
BUT NOTHING’S MAKING SENSE ANY MORE
HIS WISDOM I COULDN’T COMPREHEND
HE TELLS ME A RIDDLE DESPITE THE STATE I’M IN

I CAN’T REMEMBER MY OWN NAME
CANNOT DECIPHER NIGHT FROM THE DAY
NOWHERE TO RUN TO NOWHERE TO HIDE UNDO THIS VOODOO BEFORE I DIE

NOW I’M STUCK ON THIS PARABLE AND THE SUSPENSE IS HARDLY BEARABLE
I FEEL AS THOUGH HE STARED INTO MY SOUL
WHAT SECRET DOES THIS RIDDLE HOLD
I WONDER IF THIS MAN IS ME
IS HE IN MY MIND IT SEEMS TOO REAL TO BE

ALL THESE THOUGHTS WRAPPING AROUND MY HEAD
ECHOES OF THE WORDS THE OLD MAN SAID IF I DON’T LEAVE FROM HERE I’LL SOON BE DEAD
STUMBLE ALL THE WAY HOME TO MY BED
AS I PASS OUT I CAN ONLY HOPE
WHEN I AWAKEN FROM MY SLEEP I’LL HAVE MY ANTIDOTE

I CAN’T REMEMBER MY OWN NAME CANNOT DECIPHER NIGHT FROM THE DAY
NOWHERE TO RUN TO NOWHERE TO HIDE UNDO THIS VOODOO BEFORE I DIE