Your Only Cover - Miles Mosley

I’m your firing squad

I’m your last punch thrown

I’m the saint that you believe in

When you’re on your own

And when push comes to shove

I don’t mind the sight of blood

Quiet dog bite hard, my god

Give up on me if you want to

Brother, brother I’m your only cover

From the cold world that’s against you

Brother, brother tell me what’s the trouble with ya

Give up on me if you want to

Brother, brother I’m your only cover

From the cold world that’s against you

Brother, brother tell me what’s the trouble with ya

Big britches come cheap

I wear tailor fitted vengeance

I run the proud and the meek into barb-wired fences

Wordplay is cheap, I use bold sentences

I see you standing in the shade of my sun

Give up on me if you want to

Brother, brother I’m your only cover

From the cold world that’s against you

Brother, brother tell me what’s the trouble with ya

Give up on me if you want to

Brother, brother I’m your only cover

From the cold world that’s against you

Brother, brother tell me what’s the trouble with ya

Give up on me if you want to

Brother, brother I’m your only cover

From the cold world that’s against you

Brother, brother tell me what’s the trouble with ya

Give up on me if you want to

Brother, brother I’m your only cover

From the cold world that’s against you

Brother, brother tell me what’s the trouble with ya