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...
Sounds like a place of hell from the view point of the singer.
The 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...
Sounds like a place of hell from the view point of the singer.