Bought the old farmland for a song
Sold it for many reasons
Too many of them wrong
Horseshoe bets and the women that came along
Blind-drunk on their demon rum

Is knowledge a product of his holiness
A mad cousin to his loneliness
Maniacs in cages
And patriots and sages
A cruel old/on telling of the books


But I'll not give
Myself, to the ground
I kill more than I
Live so slowly
Live so slowly


Say one thing and then do another
Bunker down in your alsatian den
We 'aint got room for your politics here
Politicians make a bad name for the con-man

And water felt like burning metal
Set off by a dying sun
Them women they circle
Like covered wagons crying
Their loved ones back from where they, gone


And I'll not give
Myself to the ground
I kill more than I
Live so slowly
Live so slowly



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    General CommentThese lyrics are all wrong.
    asSTARSfallxon April 24, 2010   Link
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    General CommentThe Lyrics are:

    bought the old farmland for a song
    sold it for many reasons too many of them wrong
    horseshoe bets and the women that came along
    blind drunk on their demon rum

    kickin the pedals tryin to out run the dogs
    with no running start to jump over the fire
    doin headstands atop of the rotten telephone poles
    all held up by the wire

    his knowledge a product of his loneliness
    a mad cousin to his holiness
    maniacs in cages and patriots in sages
    a cruel untelling of the books

    but i'll not give myself to the ground
    i kill, more than i live, so slowly

    heard a great force raping the land
    like general kelly and his ghost yellow man
    marching like sherman in reverse
    steeling the fire from the building, the city from the curse

    master dies by his own hired hand
    half a day later father's hanging from the steeple
    strongest body of thieves to ever scourge a land
    to ever pillage a people

    but i'll not give myself to the ground
    i kill, more than i live, so slowly
    oh,, allow this night to go on let it roll along, the sun never rise
    allow this life to go on, let it roll along, the sun never rise

    say one thing and do another
    and bunker down in your alsatian den
    we ain't got room for your politics here
    politicians make a bad name for the conmen

    and water fell like burning metal
    set off by a dying sun
    them women they circled like covered wagons crying
    their loved ones back from where they've gone

    but i'll not give...

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    Sounds like a place of hell from the view point of the singer.
    nskelleyon July 11, 2010   Link

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