fowlmouth - Devoters Lyrics

We're hedging our bets on the Jetstream getting real close
Campfire or arson? I can't tell, but I'm smelling smoke
I caught a glimpse of you in the carnival mirror
Dancing so slow, like his footfalls would crack the veneer
And yes, we are damn good devoters, and
I feel alright when I hold her
We're wrecking each other square by square, battleship
My baby's baby's a painter, it makes me so sick
But I am no stranger to these violent things you got planned
And my girl's a carpenter - she's pretty good with her hands
Yes, we are damn good devoters, and
I feel alright when I hold her
And yes, we all have our devotions
Do you feel alright when you hold him?
Well I hope my baby's baby treats 'em kind
And I hope my baby's baby treats 'em kind
And I hope my baby's baby treats 'em kind
Yeah I hope my baby's baby...