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Ninety-Nine
02:50
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Spent all night
In an old black truck
With an old black dog
With one blue eye
Living in nicotine
Chasing that old black chasm again
No one understands what I do
Ninety-nine
Now the devil himself
Is waiting in the sand
To exchange my soul
For the blackest whiskey
So I follow that light
Through the cemetery
To collect my pay
No one understands what I do
Ninety-nine
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I saw you on your porch
And I took your hand
Brought you back up to my land
I dressed you up like the princess you are
Did your face and clipped your nails
Washed your hair in a feeder pail
To get you ready for our moonlight dance
When you’re naughty
you’ll have to sleep in the barn
It makes me sad but you need to learn
I’m touching myself in an ungodly way
Cuz you know that I can’t stay away
I’ll steal out through the pigs and the muck
To give you some special moonlight fuck
Now Jesus told me
That the devil is inside you
And I need to slice him out in any way I can
So I went and got my killing blade
Hooked your spine to check your hanging weight
Sliced your inner thighs so you bleed out right
In the devil’s holy moonlight
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This Ghost of Yours
01:35
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This ghost of yours
Followed me home
This ghost of yours
Take it back
Cuz I’m drinking too much whiskey
I’m drinking too much whiskey with this ghost of yours
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Washed upon the shore
Of desolation
Woken by the thunderous sound
Of my master’s voice
And it’s all been laid to rest
And the christians think
They have it all
Following that false god
Straight to the fall
And they’re doing this to themselves
Destroying this place
Exterminating this race
They’re damning themselves
They’re damning themselves
And it’s laid to rest without meaning
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Victory Bog
01:55
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You don’t go out on the bogs at night
You don’t go out on the bogs at night
You don’t want to know what goes on out there
You don’t want to know what goes on out there
You don’t go on the bogs at night
You don’t want to go on the bogs at night
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I, the son of Shala
Born of Absinnu
Have come to make manifest my destiny
Of sowing forth my fruit
I, the son of Thoth
The thrice great
Have come to keep the emerald tablet sacred
And speak to the open ears, and shun the closed
Of arcane wisdom and hidden truth
A Moon Child born under the Holy Sun
A wolf by any other name
I have come to beguile his flock
And lead the few toward the truth
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8. |
A Crack in the Levy
04:09
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There’s a crack in the levy
That sinful body
Took a crooked step
Crossed up and took all I had left
Tried to reach, one knee, face down
Shake, down my hands
This sick feels good in this place
It made me laugh bloody bubbles
Into the living ground
It’s split and soaking down
Seeping, trickling, creeping
Off the ceiling to a hellhound’s snout
That levy’s gonna crack and then it will break
Baby, maybe I should not have pulled that axe out
Split the walls that you pray
Cuz baby now that blood is on me
I’ll take hold and collapse what needs to be
You snake, you snake charmer
You smell of brimstone and dried blood
That levy’s gonna crack and then it will break
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