Poison Arrow Lyrics & Chords By Brooks Buford

I listen to the clock tick life away

My soul is numb I put my gun away

I'm hopin' things change cause it's hard to live

On this Earth the way it is

Where fear is the king in the hearts of men

And I feel my patience wearin' thin

Ain't nobody worth trustin' so it seems

I got my dreams

And they are fadin' away

I'm bravin' the storm again

Cravin' the dead man, wars and noise

Inside my skull



Lock my bow and arrow in



High, poison arrow

With a backpack and an El Dorado

High, poison arrow

And you better look up 'cause you know I'm comin' down



The last line sucked me into the mirror

I look up at myself, how in the hell did I get here?

Two cigarettes and half a beer

And I think it's Mother's Day

The guilt's crawlin' all over me

And this song on the radio's callin' me

Leave this song cause you don't belong

And I know I'm on my way



You think I wanna be domesticated?

What am I? a cat?

Could then maybe you could just take a couple of seconds off my back

You beg and scream and cry

Can't you see that I'm tryin' real hard not to get high

What? you want me to die?

My stinkin', thinkin', on the brink and drinkin'

You wanna argue with me

You might as well put my mouth to the liquor

You want it, let's start it

You want psychotic, you got it

Don't be neurotic, too hell with logic

I'll show you idiotic



High, poison arrow

With a backpack and an El Dorado

High, poison arrow

And you better look up 'cause you know I'm comin' down



I grab the keys up off the table

Told my girl another fable

Said, "I'll be right back, sugar"

Jumped in the ride and caught a dealer

Cause there ain't nobody realer

When you need that sack, cracker

Give me four of the good stuff to free my soul

Give me three of the bad, I put the rest in my bowl

If I'm lyin', I'm flyin' gettin' busy livin'

No business dyin'

A visit from Carolina to Georgia

The sun's shinin'



Lookin' for a way to make it all okay

Lord could you make it all go away

I just don't wanna play these games

Give me the wings to fly

Lookin' for a way to make it all okay

Lord could you make it all go away

I just don't wanna play these games

Give me the wings to fly



Mainline the sky. Go



High, poison arrow

With a backpack and an El Dorado

High, poison arrow



High, poison arrow

And you better look up 'cause you know I'm comin' down

We outta here. Yeah baby.

Keep the house!