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Epiphany Of Gold
03:30
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Epiphany Of Gold
the countenance of god
only comes appearing odd
and only to those who are susceptive to it
from the tree of knowledge comes the fruit that gave birth
to my most recent entity of worship
I'm gonna put all my effort in proving I'm worth
of being baptized in the brewed juice of the lord
make me thy acolyte!
I'm dancing on
around that holy grindstone
that seperates the wheat from the chaff
and cherish the blood
of my messiah trickling from the mud
into a holy grail which shall seal our covenant
golden deity
deliver me from sobriety
most precious blood of the lord
from the tree of knowlede
comes the fruit that gave birth
to the deity that fuels my powerchord
make me thy acolyte!
and as jealousy is only for the dumb
it's obvious that he's getting along
with brewhammad, chivas christ and jahweed so his kingdome come
so rejoice
spread the gospel
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2. |
5AM Somewhere
05:00
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5AM Somewhere
some 3 hours in the van getting warm
4 more on location, it's getting on
one hour of noise, that's when the rate's getting up
so little time and in my head I hear the fridge getting drained
while we load the stuff our hands are tied
our shirts are getting wet and our throats get dry
two more bands to go that i want to hear
accurate curfew afterwards defrauds me of sufficient beer
how the hell should i crash when
my heart rate's still on 110
6 bottles for the go, bartender
that's the least to get me from my chair
it's always 5AM somewhere
what a lame excuse for surrender
final act done, the stage gets cleared
meeting up at the bar for a chat with the peers
but time's the enemy, hours fade rapidly
that relentless curfew forces us on a hunt for more
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3. |
We Are The Pigs!
03:24
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We Are The Pigs!
backwoods on the run
one porcine megaton
straight from the fucking sticks we hail
sods raiding breweries
a lesson in indecent hoggery
when the grunters from the back of beyond team up
pigs full of turd
one filthy, horrid herd
wallowing in a giant lump of fuzz
buggering everything up
the whole damn place is fully fucked
the filth is strong in those, buckle up for misconduct
here comes the agrarian crew
we got a big fine bucket of shit for you
put a flap around your neck and spoon it up
the pigs are back on the map
pushing all your heads deep into the crap
plug that fuzz into your amp and crank it up, swine an roll
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4. |
Electric Mule Rider
03:29
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Electric Mule Rider
let it roll
stockey, lookin quaint
whatever ground it never complains
always going with my cadence, never bolting away
fueled by the sun
no one can hear the motor run
like a phantasmal jade it haunts the prairie, never gone astray
on hidden trails it goes at a trot
impassable for the gasolinosaurs
in bright obscurity I ride
sure there be times when I am plastered as hell
that mule it still carries me well
and come the day they take my DL
so what even the most pissed bum cant be banned from riding that comic animal
so i let it roll
whatever damn condition I'm in
cruising on twenties
my bags containing booze aplenty
swerving about all way up the serpentines
fueled by the sun
no one can hear my motor run
I ride the mule, let it roll, let it roll
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Crank & Overdrive
03:58
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Crank And Overdrive
relishing sound is a most natural thing
but it wouldn't turn from joy to devotion until - i got
exposed to the craft of Sir Richard of Blackmore
creating a force I had never felt before
had no damn clue what this is I'm discerning
just sheer certainty it's the best thing at all
even before discovering it is a signal distorting
it was unambiguous to me I need to follow it's call
I need this in my life, my ear canal's craving for more
crank and overdrive
make those powerchords chime
crank and overdrive
superior by design
crank and overdrive
praise their names by takin your time to
push those tubes inside and make your tone become a feral tide
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