I Am the Law
from Your Ad Here by Brandon Whyde & the Devil's Keep
lyrics
I want to be like Elvis
want to pop a lot of pills
cuz if you mix the medicine just right
it is worth a thousand thrills
and I could do this thing all night
and never get tired
so just move your body with mine
and I'm gonna have you just as wired
don't try to lock me up
don't bother taking me in
I'm standing 10 feet tall
tonight I am the law
gonna get a little wrong
to make a lot of right
hands up against the wall
tonight I am the law
I want to be like Jimmy Dean
running round on the movie screen
red jacket and a pair of jeans
messing up all the prom queens
you're cool as a hospital bed
but dangerous as a cold
and you keep playing the victim
tell me honey ain't it getting old
my hearts already broken
I'm sure you've heard it all before
but if I could love you better now
just would not love you anymore
I want to eat a spider web
fake my own death
create a dance called the turkey
claiming that it's all in the neck
time's just a magazine
ain't even nothing I want to read
you're more like a dying star on the sea
a mental scar is a memory
and if I could talk to you right now
I would not have that much to say
but if I could talk to you later on
still would not have that much to say
want to pop a lot of pills
cuz if you mix the medicine just right
it is worth a thousand thrills
and I could do this thing all night
and never get tired
so just move your body with mine
and I'm gonna have you just as wired
don't try to lock me up
don't bother taking me in
I'm standing 10 feet tall
tonight I am the law
gonna get a little wrong
to make a lot of right
hands up against the wall
tonight I am the law
I want to be like Jimmy Dean
running round on the movie screen
red jacket and a pair of jeans
messing up all the prom queens
you're cool as a hospital bed
but dangerous as a cold
and you keep playing the victim
tell me honey ain't it getting old
my hearts already broken
I'm sure you've heard it all before
but if I could love you better now
just would not love you anymore
I want to eat a spider web
fake my own death
create a dance called the turkey
claiming that it's all in the neck
time's just a magazine
ain't even nothing I want to read
you're more like a dying star on the sea
a mental scar is a memory
and if I could talk to you right now
I would not have that much to say
but if I could talk to you later on
still would not have that much to say
credits
from Your Ad Here,
released November 3, 2014
license
all rights reserved
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about
Brandon Whyde Indianapolis, Indiana
I was born underground. Raised straight from the dirt. When my mother held me in her arms I got mud all over her shirt. My father sang better than Elvis. I am an organizational noise-maker.
discography
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Nov 2014 -
May 2012 -
Feb 2012
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