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The Man Who Would Speak True Lyrics - Destroyer Of The Void - Blitzen Trapper

I had a lover, her name was Grace 

She found me down in a lonely place 

She dug me out with an old jaw bone 

She dressed me up for to take me home 

She fed me words that I could not taste, 

For I had no tongue, it had been replaced 

By a green and a growing flower which grew 

And I knew if I ever spoke, I would speak true 

 

We lived together in an old hotel 

A broke-down palace with a wishing well 

The neighbor girl taught me how to spell 

And how to steal what I could not sell 

But I fed my tongue on the Devil's rum 

In a roadhouse run by a godless bum 

On a drunken night, with a stolen gun 

I shot my lover as she made to run 

The judge said, "Son, what have you done?" 

But I didn't speak a word, no I didn't speak one 

And the judge sent me away 

And they buried my Grace, yeah, the very next day 

 

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They sent me out on a midnight train 

In the rain, rolling down through the dusty plain 

Four men sitting with an old shotgun, 

Silver stars pinned on every one 

They busted my mouth for to get at my tongue 

To see just how this had all begun 

So I opened my mouth like a dragon's breath 

I only spoke truth, but it only brought death 

And I laid those boys to rest 

For the truth, in truth, is a terrible jest 

 

For there ain't no road but the road to home, 

There ain't no crops but the ones you've sown 

And if you learn one thing from me 

You better guard your tongue like your enemy 

 

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I came to ground in a one-horse town 

On the western rim where the sun goes down 

Where a branded man might start again 

For to right his wrong, for to lose his sin 

But my tongue kept growing, it would not cease 

I grew quite weary, couldn't get no release 

So I went to the magistrate and turned myself in, 

Picked up a shovel, and he made the grin 

And they planted me by the sea 

Now the birds of the air make nests on me 

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