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The stars burn like fires in the sky
Like restless meteorites
Like spiraling satellites
They go hurtling through the night
In visions I see the crowds gather at my feet
Then like armies in retreat
They go running through the streets
I see angels in the sky
With multitudes of eyes
Flaming swords at their sides
On winged horses they ride
I cry to the Lord above
“This annihilation must be love!”
Blood must end with blood
The second coming of the flood
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Behold Ye!
04:46
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Behold Ye! These Philistines!
See them crackin’ skulls in blackened pools of blood
And watch not these wicked Argonauts!
See them sweat and toil to leave their offerings in the soil and mud
Just like that old brood of vipers
throwing stones at the first disciples
As you judge, judged you shall be!
Behold Ye! These Pharisees!
See them sew complaints among the fields of sainted love
And best ye beware! Babel’s judgment chair!
They deal in guilt and shame
They take the name in vain of my God
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Bootheel
03:09
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I can feel the glory coming laced with fire and lightning
I can hear my Lord a-comin’ His footsteps loud and frightening
Is this the moment when I finally meet the Lord?
Bootheel to sandal strap I’m here of my own accord
Is this thy will? Be it thy will
To choke down the truth in a thousand golden pills
I can feel the glory coming laced with fire and lightning
I can hear my Lord a-comin’ His footsteps loud and frightening
Is this the time when all things must end?
Pack up the Christmas tree I’ve got no more letters to send
Is this then faith? Is this then faith?
To look reason in its God-forsaken mouth and spit right in its face
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God Damned Thing
02:53
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I ain’t got the will to exist
But I ain’t got the strength to resist
How can I feel guilty when I ain’t never done a God damned thing?
I ain’t got but a sliver of the sun
And I’ve been knocked down, before the dance has even begun
Why ain’t my horse breaking when I ain’t ever done?
Why can’t I stop shaking? When I ain’t never been a God damned thing?
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Bathsheba
05:07
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I sit sighing on the roof
I sit spying on the roof
It was just my kind of luck to be there
I got a pocket full of sand
Binoculars in hand
Pulling on the hair on my chest that God’s own fingers put there
Bathsheba
I’m yours
The sharpened rays of dawn
Dried the sweat from off my palm
As hand o’er my brow I walked slowly
My words were sacred vows
Seem curses to me now
As I put my hand upon you hard and holy
Bathsheba I’m yours
I can’t believe the mess we’re in
I can’t believe
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Lord Have Mercy On Us Los Angeles, California
Lord Have Mercy On Us is an apocalyptic roots punk band from Los Angeles.
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