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Junkyard Jesus
05:26
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Well I'll be damned if I'm not the only one
hangin' his hat around here,
Well I'll be damned if I'm not the only one
being haunted by their fear,
It's stormin' like hell on the high-line,
When I heard a yell from the hill,
Said son you better slow down now,
The wolves been nippin' at your ears,
Big sky kinda mean for a Friday,
But I trust you're gonna hear me say,
Man, ya got a place I could hide,
Someplace I can kill my pain,
He jumped down from his junkyard throne,
Junkyard Jesus might have known,
The fear in my eyes,
Deep in my soul,
He's callin' out one more time,
Callin' out the nautical one more time,
Well, he can time a machine with the look of his eye,
You know he can peel the shine
With one look of his eye, yeah.
He jumped down from his junkyard throne,
Junkyard Jesus might have known,
The fear in my eyes,
Deep in my soul,
He took me down,
Down to the Still,
Where the Sweetgrass grows
and blows in the wind,
Junkyard Jesus this might be the end
Might be, might be the end
He's callin' baby out one more time,
Callin' out the nautical one more time,
Well he can time a machine with the look of his eye,
You know ah, he can peel the shine
With one look of his eye, yeah.
He took me down,
Down to the Still,
Where the Sweetgrass grows
and blows in the wind,
Junkyard Jesus this might be the end.
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The black sheep of the family,
Now doin' it better than me,
He's a modified son of a bitch,
He's a highly modified son of a bitch.
Black Sheep of the family
Now doin' it better than me,
He's a modified son of a bitch,
He's a highly modified son of a bitch.
Let me tell ya bout a man I know,
Out beyond that deadly grove,
Been collectin' for a century,
Every part in history,
Would be hard to get it if you know
You would be dealing with a piece of your soul,
Won't be easy if you've got none to give.
Dealin' with a modified son of a bitch.
Heaving in pain
All alone in the Rain
Screaming in vain
Out of the woods,
Out of the woods he runs,
Death in his hands,
As fast as he can,
With no where to turn
Then he refused,
Then he refused to run.
Let me tell ya bout a man I know,
Out beyond that deadly grove,
Been collectin' for a century,
Every part in history,
Would be hard to get it if you know
You would be dealing with a piece of your soul,
Won't be easy if you got none to give.
Dealin' with a modified son of a bitch.
Black Sheep of the family
Now doin' it better than me,
He's the Black Sheep of the family
Now he's doin' it better than me,
YEAH
BLACK SHEEP
BLACK SHEEP
BLACK SHEEP
BLACK SHEEP
BLACK SHEEP
BLACK SHEEP
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3. |
Feather Short of Flight
04:10
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I was a feather short of flight,
Fallin' from the heavens,
Awaken from this sleep,
the bells were ringing
Landed on a dream,
My fears were screaming
Gathering speed as the sun melts my wings
Lessons of Icarus wash over me
Heaving to the ground with unnatural velocity
Heading for an impact of massive proportions,
Our bodies take the blow with horrific contortions,
Supernatural powers give me dancing convulsions
Puppet master laughs and throws into motion
Another Rocket Ride.
I was a feather short of flight,
Fallin' from the heavens,
Awaken from this sleep,
the bells were ringing
Landed on a dream,
My fears were screaming
Gathering speed as the sun melts my wings
Lessons of Icarus wash over me
Heaving to the ground with unnatural velocity
Smashing of this fashion,
I've got no right to live,
killing for the feeling
What you got to give,
racin for the pacin'
My soul can't get enough
I'm jumping fires on wooden tires
I'm never given' up another rocket ride.
I can fly through the storm
Lost that feather day I was born
I can fly through the storm
Lost that feather day I was born
I was a feather short of flight,
Fallin' from the heavens,
Awaken from this sleep,
the bells were ringing
Landed on a dream,
My fears were screaming
Gathering speed as the sun melts my wings
Lessons of Icarus wash over me
Heaving to the ground with unnatural velocity
Heaving to the ground with unnatural velocity
You've got no right to live
You've got no right to live
You've got no right to live
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4. |
King of the Heap
04:27
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Gather children of the sun,
The ritual culling has begun
Gather children of the sun.
Serve the master of the digital throne,
Mind control is all you've known,
bend your knees to my demands,
before I burn your promised lands,
Our lives crumble to bits,
From all the lies that you spit,
Bury your burdens in black
As the blood runs off of your back.
Kick and scream we rise
To the top of the dog pile,
We rot away our days,
For the false belief that you're
King of the heap.
Bleeding from the corporate sands
spilling across this corrupted land,
The fights gone on to long
Raining doom all too soon
Split the nation, entrap the young,
The digital age has begun,
Bury your burdens in black
As the blood runs off of your back.
Kick and scream we rise
To the top of the dog pile,
We rot away our days,
For the false belief that you're
King of the heap.
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Uncommon Evolution Whitefish, montana
Stoner Metal from the Mountains of Montana. Formed in 2013. Recording done at The Machine Shop recording studio, New Jersey and Dripping Springs Texas. We are currently working on our next project and can't wait to share it with you.
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