With HELL so near (I am desperate tonight)

 

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

I am a crooked man bent down by SIN …

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