Times Like These Seven Mary Three

A Young girl give me a good luck charm
Put a snake on my neck and a bird on my arm
Got one good leg 'cause the other went south
Got a brand new crutch and a brand new mile
Ouch

I got a sheriff's name branded where i should of kept clean
If you get to close your gonna know what i mean
And i know when im older the only running gonna come
Away from my lips and the fork of my tonuge
Huh-uuh

It only gets to me, in times like these
And times like these are getting to me
He-eee

Put your hand in the oven theres A heaven in side
And it burns straight through but the devil dont mind
'Cause it takes what it wants and it find whats you hide
And it'll buy you a place on the lowery side
Child

I rolled a number last night and walked in my sleep
And i can feel all the nerves in the tips of my teeth
As they crumbled into dust and washed into the sea
I finally shut my mouth so i can here my self think
Sing