1. |
Hear My Train A Comin'
07:03
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Well I
Wait around train station waitin' for that train
Waiting for the train, yeah
To take me, yeah
From this lonesome place
Well now whole lot a people put me down without a change, yeah
My girl then called me a discrace
Dig
With tears burnin' yeah
With tears burning me, yeah
With tears burning me way down in my heart
Well you know it's too bad little girl it's too bad
To bad we, have to part
Have to part
Goin' to leave this town, yeah
Got to leave this town
Gonna to make a whole lot of money
Gonna be big, yeah
Gonna be big, yeah
I'm gonna buy this town
Gonna buy this town
And put it all, in my shoes
Might even give a piece to you
That's what I'm gonna do
What I'm gonna do
What I'm gonna do
Do you think I'd do that?
"There's nothing more eloquent than a rattle snake's tail"
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2. |
The Pusher
03:56
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You know I've smoked a lot of grass
And I've popped a couple of pills
But I never done nothin'
My spirit could kill
I've seen a whole lot of people
Come with tombstones in their eyes
Don't get them hostile yeah
You know they gonna die
God damn, God damn
God damn the pusher man
God damn, God damn
God damn the pusher man
Well the dealer is a man
With the love grass in his hand
But the pusher is a monster
And not a natural man
The dealer take a nickel
Give you lots of fine dreams
But the pusher take your body
He'll leave your mind to scream
God damn, God damn
God damn the pusher man
God damn, God damn
God damn the pusher man
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Dirty & Bloody
05:44
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Blood Soil and Greed
is God to the
Beast I feed
When I see him in the mirror
I say:
"You are what you feed,
go get what you need,
go have a bonfire
& just take it when they leave...
"You are Chosen!
For a Cruscade or Genocide,
But don't even think about regicide.."
Cause this King is your God
and your God wants money
dirty bloody money
your God wants money
dirty bloody money
and believe me when I say honey
this life ain't too sunny
because your God wants money
and not just any money
just dirty
bloody
money
Blood Soil and Greed
is God to the
Beast I feed
When I see him in the mirror
I say:
[ominous guitar]
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