Black Country

I called my dealer, but he ain't dealin'
A solid soul can be revealing
His set up is on his by-car
It's on fire

Once more for reverb received in gold
What kind of song could be in my head?
To sell us, we burn this icon
It's on fire

And we can't see where it came from
The choice I've made can't be undone
The only train we've seen won't go
I'm losing sleep for being slow

Inside the city inseams
Republic of the lachine don't matter
Course you don't matter

Despite the tremors with we
Our love in blackest country be brighter
Dearest, you flatter me
Dearest, you flatter me

The doobie brothers were wild
When they wrote minute by minute
Zwy-on, zwy-on be dibbie dee ah
Dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dip zwy-on

So don't you worry 'bout a thing
The wings I grew are sheltering
The nights we lay together in
This city needs us, we need them