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like thunder
To hell he goes
To hell he goes
To hell dust and back
To hell dust and back
To hell dust and back
To hell dust and back
Another pile

own
You know that
All my life
Its all Ive ever known
Saving myself
Dragging me through hell
Now dust off yourself
Your mama never raised a fool
Grinding

the sunset to a bar right down the street
Don't pick up when you call, leave it in the dust
Say to hell with it all, but, girl, there ain't enough
Cowboy in

of clice Springs

She buried down in the wishing well
I wish her well in hell
Dust Filled Pussy

Shattered

This is the only way I can escape this hell!

Dust Devil raises me to the sky but I don't have to fight
My mind becomes a part of some twisted

the air
There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair

And it's go, boys, go
They'll time your every breath
And every day you're in this

and they all gunna fall
Oh you had a rough day? That's life
And if y'all can't handle it go fuck yourself
Stonewall to ashes, dust to Hell
Let the cards fall

The Chemical Worker's Song (Process Man)

Great Big Sea

Up

1996

the air
There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair

[Chorus]

Well I've worked among the spitters and I breathe the oily smoke

gunna drop the 
Bomb
Run hell for leather
Breaking up , making space, louder than words cus the words don't mean a thing
Run hell for leather
Making dust

spring forth
Streams of living water
That shames the cool of dawn
He'll level mountains for your plight
Just so the light can touch your eyes
And dust you

What happens to a man when he dies?
The body returns to the dust, 
And the spirit will go to either heaven or hell, heaven or hell. 
The spirit will

Blood Host

Scar the Martyr

Scar the Martyr

to take this time.

You suffer well, it serves you well
You'll burn in hell, and perish in the dust
You suffer well, it serves you well
You'll burn in hell

fire

Putting paint on that small town
Turning dirt into them dust clouds
Hell yeah, it's been too long
This one right here's to the boys back home

down on the edge of this town
We always running wild, raising hell kicking up a dust trail
Breaking our backs till 5 o'clock comes around
In this little

fear
there's no escape - death
arrived at the dead end

go - walk in circles - dizzy
now it's too late - dead
damn quicksand

now go to hell

dust - only

hell dust to pollinate 
pressed flowers staining the page 
i can't stop talking to you even though i never knew you 
i'll swallow light in years

Rodeo Romeo

Moe Bandy

Live in Branson, MO USA

1993

He'll dust off his hat, clean out his old pick-up truck
He's goin' playin' when he should be prayin' for luck
For tomorrow he's ridin' the meanest

Believed in your love in past life and believed to your wife and friends,
But your life had become a hell!
Ash! And dust! And there’s nobody to trust!

You

Don't care!
Don't you ever give me mercy!
When my life is gone with the wind
Will a prayer vanish into dust?
Hell no!
Starting over, Golden Wind!

Nothing

head high above the dust
It's been hell keeping myself from giving in to giving up
No I don't know what this holds but I'll find out soon enough
Soon

So the wreckers are going to Mars
To drive around and suck things up
Trading in green trees and grass
For a hell of red dust
There's nothing on Mars

Ghost Nation

Gary Numan

Savage (Songs from a Broken World) [LP]

2017

We live in a wind swept hell
Where dust and death are neighbors
We hide in a perfect storm
Not even god remembers

We run from the wars of man

away from everything
Kicking up a little dust
Gotta get the hell out of this town
Shaking off, that heart of rust
This time she won't be found
Ripping

Blood will be shed
The dust settles
Hell awaits
And down at the bottom
You'll find a frozen lake
Its reserved for your kind
It's chilling grip holds tight