The eyes in this town follow me around like I'm the one that stole their name What the f*** you think you're looking at now? I'm not the one to blame
It was your mans Who sold your soul Sold your country Sold your company For seventy-three cents
We paid the price You laid the dime He did the crime Now we got millions incapacitated
He ain't been seen in public since
Walking around Find yourself in the Bowery You don't know where you're going Don't know what to do
The smell of piss is the same But s**t is different There's no more Country Bluegrass No more Blues And nothing left to lose But don't look back Get ready for that ill attack now
They die off and then come back to life Count their numbers then they multiply
Up in smoke Just like a ghost Out in these gold-plated streets Don't see no prophets here But just like Jeremiah We'll disappear Yeah we'll all vanish completely Don't get it twisted now Most folk outside the city want you gone too Shhh... And they comin' soon
Strewn along, broken signs along the interstate (You all hail 'cause it's getting closer) Calling for repentance or hell with no redemption at all Throw the new American flag over the old one (You all hail 'cause it's getting closer) 'Cause something tells me it's not the first thing that you hanged in your yard
Hail hail the Dredge of the angels (You all hail 'cause it's getting closer) Hail hail the prize of the swine You're waiting to get got 'cause they got you fat and laid out (You all hail 'cause it's getting closer) Spinning on a spit with the fruit of knowledge gagging your mouth
They die off and then come back to life Count their numbers then they multiply They die then come back to life Count their numbers then they multiplyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
