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Backwoods Delirium
04:30
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Well the fiends they come from deep within the woods. Filth, filth, divine visions. They're ganna bleed upon the clover, consumed with clouded thoughts. Numb tongued, with a haunted stare. Moonstruck fingertips meet broken flesh, because survival it is a killer. We've got graves without faces and we're cursed to wonder, as the sun burns a hole in the sky. Carve me a smile, we've got bones in a pile, and what we do in them woods is holy.
(Chorus)
Well it feels so good to be washed from sin,
and that blood of the lamb tastes divine.
Well my sweet sweet lord, he's up above, and it's a nightmare made flesh kinda' Sunday.
Walk hand in hand where the cool water flows.
The spirit penetrates and takes hold.
Serpents held on high as we praise the sky,
and the baptism floods my lungs.
(Chorus)X2
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All Hat and No Cowboy
03:12
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"Well we're working class and that's for sure, clock strikes 5 and we're out the door. To cash our checks and head on down the road. The work weeks done, time for some fun. Tuck my shirt in and load my gun, got my bolo on to prove that I'm a man. Cuz we're all out there at Toby Keith's tonight. That 3.2 gona' get me feelin' right. Talk some shit, and start me up a fight. At Toby Keith's I hate these blacks and Mexicans tonight. Well the morning comes and I wake in jail, call my mama to pay my bail. Cuz I got fucked up in Bricktown last night. Forgive me father, the things I've done. I'm a sinner and it's too much fun. I guess we'll have us a talk come Sunday morning.
Cuz we're all out there, snortin' crank tonight. In a parking lot off a hunting knife. Ganna' stomp my wife when she gets outta' line, At Toby Keith's I hate these blacks and Mexicans tonight.
Toby Keith, he's stern and crass. Named after both guys that finished in his ass. Those American flags can't undo what daddy did. Tough as nails and twice as hard, shoulders broad as a big ol' barn, he can't shake what happened to him when he was a kid.
You know he's out there, touring the countryside, just as hollow and dead as he can be inside. Kick up his boots, you know where he'll reside, at Toby Keith's I hate these blacks and Mexicans tonight. And we'll all be there. shootin' dope tonight. At Toby Keith's I hate these blacks and Mexicans tonight."
Pauly Creep-O© COPYRIGHT ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2013-2017
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My Fur Casts A Shadow EP
23:46
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Talking curses speak in tongues, as I'm enamored in your warmth.
These serpent hands are healing.
With a heaven in your ribs,
and an orchard in your guts.
You've honey in your bones.
(Chorus)
Cuz, it's,...
Easy money,s'like easy prey.
And our hearts turn to catacombs where our inner children lay.
Salivating for salvation upon twitching hooves, there's a fever crawling over me and it burns like hell fire.
Singing and dancing to their our rhythms and convulsions.
Seems the congregation is electric and calls you a friend.
Summoning their master, as "He's" rotting on the vine.
Blurred into the obscure, There's a ghost in my head and it's real obscene. Unified by the storms, all unclean spirits, they wrestle in the roots. Giving me those Pentecostal shakes once again,...I reside within the cold belly of the snake.
(Chorus)
Cuz, it's,...
Easy money, s'like easy prey.
And our hearts turn to catacombs where our inner children lay.
Salivating for salvation upon twitching hooves, there's a fever crawling over me and it burns like hell fire.
They'll come for you in the end.
If Cancer doesn't kill you then, another marketing tool steps in.
They'll come for us all in the end.
If Cancer doesn't kill you, then another marketing tool steps in.
Religion neuters progress,..
and faiths a hollow promise.
Seems your shepherd had the forked tongue all along.
trained, conditioned, and corrupted to the bone,
In the belly of the snake is where I've found my home. X2
(Chorus)
Cuz, it's,...
Easy money, S'like easy prey.
And our hearts turn to catacombs where our inner children lay.
Seems your shepherd had the forked tongue all along, She embraced you for awhile, then spat out your bones.
In the belly of the serpent is where I've found home.
In the belly of the serpent is where we've all found home.
In the belly of the serpent is where we've all found home again.
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PAULY CREEP-O Seattle, Washington
PAULY CREEP-O
(est. 2011)
Singer/Songwriter
Washington State/Oklahoma VooDoo Gospel
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