crown of thorns

You ever heard the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
Talkin to my alter, life is what you make it
And if you make it death well rest your soul away
Away, away yeah child
Its a broken kind of feeling
Shed have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moons a comin better say your prayers child
I wanna tell that I love you but does it really matter you?
I just cant stand to see you dragging down again
Again my baby Im here, oh yeah, so Im singing
And this is my kinda love
Its the kind that moves on
Its the kind that leaves me alone
Yes it does
And this is my kinda love
Its the kind that moves on
Its the kind that leaves me alone
I uses to treat you like a lady
Now youre a substitute teacher
This bottles not a pretty, not a pretty sight
I owe the man some money so Im turnin over honey
You see Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin time
And this is my kinda love
Its the kind that moves on
Its the kind that leaves me alone
Yes it does
And this is my kinda love
Its the kind that moves on
Its unkind that, its unkind that
It leave me alone
Like a crown of thorns
Its all who you know, yeah
So dont burn your bridges woman
Cause someday, yeah
Kick it, oh yeah
And this is my kinda love
Its the kind that moves on
Its the kind that leaves me alone, yeah
This is my kinda love
Its the kind that moves on
Its the kind that
Its the kind that, yeah, yeah
Baby I said, 'Cmon, cmon, cmon, cmon yeah'
I said,' Baby dont burn your bridges woman'