Lyrics:
a musket ball
And as I mounted up again, my aide-de-camp did fall
Now I on a bed of sickness lie, I am resigned to die
You generals and champions bold stand
The past screams injustice on a southern night wind
Whips manacle chains, musket balls
A dark history never forgotten
Only misconception remains
Speak
the pussy
Civil War flashback in the pussy
I took a musket ball to the forehead from Tecumseh Sherman
Couldn't put me down
So I don't really give one goddamn
The colors still fly, the captain shouts
This battle's ours, I have no doubts
A musket's ball strikes his head
Down goes our captain, now stone dead
Death
Grab your guns, your musket balls, tell your sons, their duty calls
Till' the army comes around, you tell King George we'll stand our ground
Off
the shopping mall,
for guns and musket balls
And then we'll build our wall
On doomsday morning,
we had no warning
The trees hang lifeless overhead
We'll make
calling
from the cursed Briney Deep
Davy Jone's locker can't keep keep this privateer
I'll put a musket ball in his brain
I'm a real buccaneer
That bilge
The Old Guard lives in the attic
Of musket balls and memories
The Old Guard keeps his eyes on the prize
But for only folks like him to see
Folks like
off the Indians with musket and ball
And reached California in spite of it all.
Sing toorali, oorali, oorali aye
Sing toorali, oorali, oorali aye
her adored
Under the wagon wheel Betsy did crawl
She fought off them Indians with musket and ball
Out on the prairie one bright starry night
They
grabbed a musket ball
Ra dee day, da dee da day, ra dee da da dee da da dee da day
Ra dee day, da dee da day, ra dee da da dee da da dee da day
Not much
might be
Something mighty
Frightfully unsightly
The anger grows inside me
Like a musket ball
Don't follow my lead man I've fucked it all
If you spot
A single musket ball to pierce and lodge inside
and lead the circle to crack.
We cast no shadow;
The stars do not shine here.
No genuine light to be found.
out there pickin' bones along the timberline There are things I do and don't believe as the musket balls rip through my coat and drop me to my knees no
You'll walk unscathed through musket fire
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down
No cutlass wound will mark thy face
And you will be my ain true
You'll walk unscathed through musket fire
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down
No cutlass wound will mark thy face
And you will be my ain true
Hickory said we could
Take them by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets until
We looked them in the eye
We held our fire until we
See'd their faces well
back large
Told me I wouldn't go far
Now I got the foreign cars
Puttin' memorabilia of America as
My paint job
Gimme my redcoat and some balls for my
of weed
Stay strapped at the feast wid' a musket
Spittin' up them cannon balls
I got bitches in Britain on call
Best make it quick if I pick up the call
the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Ederum a ohderum a ederum a ohderum
Well, Packenham said we could take em by surprise
If we didn't fire a musket till we
In the dawn of war when freedom called
With muskets raised we stood tall
Powder and ball a deadly dance
In the fight for liberty we took our stance
'em
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico **
Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in
'em
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Old Hickory said we could
Take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets 'til
We looked 'em in
Fall In
It's time to fight again
We've got to make our march
Your musket's gone
Why aren't you moving along
I don't know how we will ever begin
Fall
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