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Every Friday night there's a steady cloud of dust
That leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks
It's got old Hank crankin' way up loud
Got
Every Friday night there's a steady cloud of dust
That leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks
It's got old Hank crankin' way up loud
Got
Every Friday night there's a steady cloud of dust
That leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks
It's got old Hank crankin' way up loud
Got
doubts

How can you see through the shadows
With the blinding light burning in your eyes
So where will all of you be
When the killing fields are cleared
to the Father we are lost in this one desire
To be wholly consumed by His fire, so let us . . .

Throw back our heads and run with the passion
Through the fields
Every Friday night there's a steady cloud of dust
That leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks
It's got old Hank crankin' way up loud
Got
Every Friday night there's a steady cloud of dust
That leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks
It's got old Hank crankin' way up loud
Got
On the tarmac with the winter in your hair
By the empty hangar doors you stop and stare
Leave the oil-drums behind you, they won't care
Oh, are you there
There's a laddered tear in my high ideals
Like I took a chair on the battle field
And any noble fire that was burning in my chest
Is acid in my
Fighting by our side
Determined by steel they want to die
Hail to the brothers
That perish on the fields
Hail hail to them all

See the fields of fire
We stood there frozen as the baseball hit the bat
Watched it clear the fence in Johnson's yard
And broke that front door glass
We were already
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
The burning of hatred the fire begins.
Burnt by the flames of hate, no one remembers the dust
Hell, blood, mystical breed, pray to the gods of fire
Once they
of dawns are to come
I've seen the signs by the shores of time, burning damnation
Now I walk alone through the gates of sin, without repention
The silence
Tonight
A high road
A high road out from here

The city walls are all come down
The dust, a smoke screen all around
See faces ploughed like fields
Borealis

Crossing the wastes of the northern fields
Frozen by the cold that paralyzes the will
Enter the darkest depths of the northern woods
Tormented
head on a spike

Once free and so brave, now your people are slaves, oh...
BURNING RAIN OF FIRE - the sons of Anu rise, the fields of blood are mine
Tell your Captain
I have come to claim my dead
And let the flag of truce arise
Richmond's burning
All the politicians fled
We are the last men
adore us

What was mud now is a highway
Reaching wide into a prairie
Horses run, cattle are grazing
You would swear, it's Oklahoma

Day by day dark is
the Indians adore us

What was mud now is a highway
Reaching wide into a prairie
Horses run cattle are grazing
You would swear it was Oklahoma

Day by
with nine mm
Bullets ? brother back to back I slam
Bread and butter, break beast to Bam Bam
Jump off the Jim before I jack my Johnson
I jam like
slam 
Bread and butter, break beast to Bam Bam 
Jump off the Jim before I jack my Johnson 
I jam like Janet, chew MC's like Swanson 
Get a stamp
heart
You're burning yearning for
Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
You'll
The makings of a perfect bitch

A ghoul at night, I role like Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wife
I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper mad niggaz in this