Well all around my bedside spirits like vultures wait well all inside, inside my mind mass graves of all hope sleeps mass graves of all hope sleeps And the devil is at my door can’t stall him, stay clear no oh oh by his side now, I’ve been running round‘ yes it just goes to show god, no he’ll never settle down settle down Well all around my tired eyes galivants in your poison words as the slither of a serpent
he’s a snake in the grass coming on and moving fast
coming on and moving fast And the devil is at my door can’t stall him, stay away no oh oh by his side now, I’ve been running round‘ yes it just goes to show god, no he’ll never settle down settle down Well all around these muddy streets skeletons and safety sun goes down, it’s sinning time moving down that old crooked line moving down that old crooked line And the devil is at my door can’t stall him, stay away no oh oh by his side now, I’ve been running round‘ yes it just goes to show god, no he’ll never settle down settle down
The sick of the fold turn their backs on the flock
To wander the wasteland so grim.
They pray to false idols of wood, gold and rock
When they ought to raise voices to Him.
The blood in the valley is Thine Lord, not mine,
So guide my hook and hand as I reap from the vine.
The faithful up front and the sinners behind
O Lord, let Thy glory shine.
They poison the wells with their venomous lies.
The crops in the fields turn to coal.
Like a gangrenous limb on the body of Christ,
Their stain brings Hell on the whole.
The blood in the valley is Thine Lord, not mine,
So guide my hook and hand as I reap from the vine.
The faithful up front and the sinners behind
O Lord, let Thy glory shine.
(Screaming angry crazy preacher voice: “Satan is among us tonight, friends! Can you see the fire? Can you see the brimstone? Get down on your knees! Get down on your knees and crawl like the filthy beasts you have become! Back into the pits! Back into the caves! Put the bible to your head and pull the trigger! The Lord requests, and so he shall receive! Glory! Yeah! This valley will flood with your hypocrite blood! This valley will flood with your hypocrite blood! Fuck you, Satan. Fuck you, Satan!”)
The moon of the harvest is steeped in red hue,
And from the mouth of the valley, no sound.
The dregs on the ground pay the Devil his due
As he lights on that pale sunken mound.
The blood in the valley is Thine Lord, not mine,
So guide my hook and hand as I reap from the vine.
I don’t want you coming around to see me
Go back into town, I want to think
I don’t want to talk about tomorrow
I’m tired of your god-fearing sink
Rain is always leaking through the windows
No one’s always knocking on the door
Never had a name, they called me \“trouble\“
And I don’t want to live here anymoreThrow me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on topWe inherit the sins of our fathers
My daddy was an evil, evil man
I’m proud to say I never really knew him
But I can feel this awful presence in my skin
Who’s that young one crouching in the corner?
Why, sir, are you hanging from that tree?
What’s that thing scratching beneath the floorboards?
This town, it just don’t feel the same to meThrow me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on topBrother, I have never not been lost
The apples on the tree have turned to rot
And all around I feel the Lord’s eyes watching
If you think I’m gonna whimper, well I’m not
What you gonna do come Sunday morning
When everything you see is turned to dust
Well, I just don’t believe the shit you’re preaching
Forgive me Holy Father, if you mustAnd throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top
I can’t afford to pay for heat this Winter
Ice is crawling up and down the walls
If any one should ever stop to wonder
Just tell them no one lives here anymore
Throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top
Yeah, throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top
Ahhhhh
Who will cast the first stone?
Who will send me back home?
Sin is eating up my bones
I’m walkin with the Devil
This world is so evil
Lord, lord, lord
Down there in old Arkansas
They’ll hang a man before his trial
Beat him down and string him up
Just to watch him suffer
I knew a man from ‚round those parts
He had a kind of nervous heart
Some friends of mine tore him apart
I think he was my father
Well, well, wella
Satan is watching as you walk down the road
Satan is watching as you sleep
All I wants deliverance
Free me from this terrible mess
Lord, if you’re hearin‘ this
Give my spirit shelter
Send some lightning from the clouds
Get me off this dead-end road
I will do just as I’m told
Burn me to a cinder
Take my soul up to the sky
Like a vulture I will fly
To this world I say goodbye
Hello, Holy Savior!
Everything is temporary Nothing here will last Breathe the dust around you It’s the future it’s the past Nothing that you do will be remembered or remarked You’re just a loathsome stranger clutching, struggling in the dark everything is temporary there is nothing we can do When I think of death, honey I th-th-th-th-think of you Nothing that you do Will be remembered or remarked You’re just a loathsome stranger Clutching, struggling in the dark Everything is temporary Buddy you will fade away Watch the path you’re walking This could be your worst and final day Nothing that you do Will be remembered or remarked You’re just a loathsome stranger Clutching, struggling in the dark But Jesus will save us (Ha! Ha!) Jesus will save us (Ha! Ha!) Jesus he will shit on you
You think I care? Well I don’t, not anymore
Someday my soul must be blackened Anytime a girl comes over, I lock ‚em downstairs, then I just wait til she starts cryin‘ Yeah I am cruel, I don’t deny it Black Dog Get off my back Most of the folks I know go drinkin‘ every night They say they sure are havin‘ fun But when they ask me with ‚em I tell ‚em I’m too tired Truth is that I just don’t like strangers You know I plan to die alone Black Dog Get off my back I still aint gotten ‚round to go to Mississippi Oh someday lord I’d like to live there Fact is I aint been nowhere Fact is I live here forever Fact is I’m just a big mouth talker Yeah I promise myself I’ll live tomorrow Black Dog Get off my back Looks like the car broke down again Looks like the car broke down again Looks like the car broke down again Looks like the car broke down again (Hey Jimmy can you get over here and take a look at this here automobile?) Looks like the car broke down again Looks like the car broke down again (And I got places to go, yeah, Jimmy I got places to go) Looks like the car broke down again Looks like the car broke down again Looks like the car broke down again
There is a dust storm coming – Hellfire Hymns – Those poor bastards