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Call me wanderlust
Got A knack for roaming
Don't think too deep
Cause I'd miss the moment
Im A dreamer who finds his way by moonlight
An old soul Who

thing he ever did
He said My heart belongs to Jesus
But give my guitar to the kid.

Now I sit out on the front porch 
Of my cabin in the pines
With a beat

a tally
Of the living and the dead
They give them horses
For unknown forces
That come to pay their debt
To the sky they start to cry
At what's done in His

In woods
Kid of a forest
Grew up with wolves
And became one
Once he went between people

Natural killer
Among his sheeps
His wolfish glance
Was not

of suffering
We've smashed our habits
Graverobbed fear from the DHG
Begging blues for forgiveness
No.1 on the bucket list of metal
Is this normal life?
Give me

The Bridge of Death

Antestor

The Return of the Black Death

Heart Has Become Hard As Stone
I've Brought Upon Myself A Wall

Jesus You Fought The Battle For Me
Help Me To See That You Sets Me Free

How Can I Manage

When dad sold me his ol' 98
John Prine sticker on the tailgate
Said he didn't have the heart to put her down
Take care of her she'll take care of you
Son

I’m in here recordin’ and some
Of you wonderin’ why?
Well, I can’t explain it
Almost like my soul’s emaciated
A hunger that can’t be satiated by design

has the heart to tell you
Your skin's turning blue, you haven't got a clue
You can't even give the devil his due

Faded and jaded, you lie there in

Ah yeh, ah yeh
Ah yeh, ah yeh
Sometimes we just have to deal with what love gives us
Yeh
Uhhh
Uhhh
My love go hard
A freakin Rambo
I got some scars

Now I see you for who you are
Singing holy praises
To an indifferent God
Now I want to just open my heart
But I am without someone
In that

Now I see you for who you are
Singing holy praises
To an indifferent God
Now I want to just open my heart
But I am without someone
In that

'round her heart ever fading

There's a performance held across my face
And it's written with a song that I don't know how to play
Tell us are you with us

like surreal and genre
And I know it breaks his heart
There's thousands of fellas that like it before you
Does the bloke on the wall next to Ringo

Surely, He has bore our infirmities
And carried our sicknesses on His shoulders

Forget the past
It's good to see at last
Now I give as I've received

they flirt some more, and then they sin
And by that I mean, they start kissing

The Nurse tells Juliet that Romeo's a Montague
Juliet is shocked

granddaddy's porch swing
Where the fireflies danced, and we'd start to sing
He'd strum his old guitar, telling tales of days gone by
His whiskey-soaked voice,

Making them stacks driving in
Cadillacs charge his ass the whole
Ticket give him a heart attack
I'm on that Hustleville shit that
Russellville shit that

leaves are falling, You look at them on your knees, (crushed by your knees) 
The season has changed behind his bones
We have to try, one more time,

was racing to my liver
Ugly rage until he bit her
Tongue and fangs both shiny silver
But his face would make you quiver
One to chase the love with

Gold

Guttermouth

Musical Monkey

1997

I think I've been infected with the flu
Once again boredom's got me feeling blue
Sometimes in this life you've got to cut the crap
Sit down for my

that I gave her to eat

But she can't talk about a title ain't give her the deed
No she can't talk about my heart cause I kept that with me

Now I'm in

my trigger, my trigger of love
Shoot me down: make sure I don’t get back up
Pull my heart strings: play a song you hate to love
Pull my trigger, my

according to me
And the plug up the street, got more than you need
Papi like Blanco, he moving Florida Keys

I leave it all
Bridge from Goya, where I start