." Sheriff Brown bit through his tongue when he strung up the savior on a hook on the ceiling. Churches burned on the hillside like cattle on calvary
There's a rooster, a hen, a black dog By my kid in the yard And I've tattooed the head Of the woman I've wed on my arm We sit on the lawn And
Hey man Evening on the ground And there is no one else around So you will Blame me Blame me for the rocks and baby bones And broken lock on our
There's a prison on Route 41 Home to my father, first cousin, and son And I visit on every weekend Not with my body but with prayers that I send
deep in the ground God, there's a hangman that wants to come around How we rise when we're born Like the ravens in the corn On their wings, on
hidden deep in the ground God, there's a hangman that wants to come around How we rise when we're born Like the ravens in the corn On their wings, on
Hey man Evening on the ground And there is no one else around So you will Blame me Blame me for the rocks and baby bones And broken lock on our garden
an over and baking is wild Nothing is ever the way it should be What we deserve we just don't get you see A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge
is an oven and baking is wild Nothing is ever the way it should be What we deserve we just don't get you see A briefcase a lunch and a man on the edge
oven and baking is wild Nothing is ever the way it should be What we deserve we just don't get you see A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge
is an oven and baking is wild Nothing is ever the way it should be What we deserve we just don't get you see A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge
a savage raping Meanwhile there's someone laughing at us It's out of control Blood on The World's hands Each day it goes on Brutality and aggression
you're gonna die, 'cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die, If you're gonna die, die with your boots on. If you're gonna try, just stick around,
in my life --- x2 High on a mountain top The hole in my life High on a mountain top The hole in my life High on a mountain top
just pass him there why should we even care? He was turned to steel in the great magnetic field When he travelled time for the future of mankind Now the time is here for Iron
the next day it's a black flag and your chardonnay death row pardon 2 minutes too late (chrous) isn't it ironic, don't you think? it's like rain on your
is an oven and baking is wild Nothing is ever the way it should be What we deserve we just don't get to see A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge
) If you're gonna die (If you're gonna die) If you're gonna die If you're gonna die, die with your boots on If you're gonna try, well, stick around Gonna
