Carry Me Home

from The Beautiful, Rowdy Prisoners by Chee Malabar

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lyrics

Chee Malabar:
She stumbles through the streets tryin' to hear its secrets/while wild winds howl and rustle the leaves left/on twigs like winter's bone…/a yellow moon blooms callin' all sinners home/ to a tomb to atone with a spoon and some stones/sold everything she owns to get high tryna soothe the ills/pills, crills, meth you know the drill/Her bruises slow to heal, wounds is sewn and sealed/and life's on a loop like a noose for real/her inner child sizes up a crackhead's shoes to fill/who'd choose this deal, livin' in the backseat of a black Coupe deVille/smack dab in hell till heaven's truth's revealed/by some fire can crooners singin’ tunes in the brutal chill/…truth buried in her bones/ swing low, sweet chariot, carry her home.

Chee Malabar:
He mumbles through verses tryna find their secrets/first found HIM through a windblown leaflet/that hit his face as he left the 4 train/took is as fate as he went to face his court case/promised HIM his life's work if he'd have more days/got what he wished, turned to scripture and more praise/ordained by pain, saved by his Lord's grace/changed his ways, walked through this doorway/illuminating all, found God in a whore's face/except his wife says he's more crazed/then he ever was on drugs, but she loves him/ yet she left him where he stood, with his book and his wood crucifix/he said, "I love you, but I knew it would come this/God has plan even if you run from it"/Couldn't shake his faith in Christ or the holy ghost/till they found his wife in a coupe, dead from an overdose.