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So Sour
Tighten the grip
We break from
By the time we check
The thing will be gone
Stress rising
Even
Snake biting
Anyways, i'm in drop top ceiling

Old Man Tell Me

David Allan Coe

The Mysterious Rhinestone Cowboy

1974

shakes his head from time to time 
And rambles somewhere in his mind
Mumbling 'bout the Civil War 
And how we should have won

Settin' up his battle

can't see the star cause of this damn war - breakdown

You think of past times when T.O. was shocking
Ron Nelson on the wheels, he had the crowd rocking

triumph for a power that's emerging and its sour
We let these bastards run around and scream
Its undignified and has no where to be seen
We don't have time

With moral conscience of course
Until we aren't anymore
We live and die by the sword
Forged with inequity
Welcome to hell
This is a manifestation of
You,

as the timeline shifts to
Eighteen-sixty-two

Three years before the Civil War was over, four years overdue
Which was only a hundred and twenty-one years before I

trying to do, Civil war, yeah they want part two
Like a remix, funny how everybody can't see this
Or maybe they don't want to, hard to care when it really

we sitting ducks for the Civil War
How many times the people say "no more, no more!"
No change, no pay, nothing good in the state
Fires rage and co-pay

and blast off like C4
Hopefully by next June well know what the police are for
If we even make it that far before they start a civil war
Hopefully we

they I argue not alive lying in graves the source of such pain
That followed Civil War inequality tried to silence the voices of voting for
The poor

This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now.  They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan.  They don't know if they

do sound tough
I made it in the dark like Civil War surgery
Woke up in the same air you huff, early
By twelve o'clock the whole Earth felt dirty

of hell
We want to live, but are surrounded by this sulfur smell
Of death and it's old mother war
Falling bombs and nuclear force
But we don't stop
We will

Niggas was poor
Need a means to live out the night
War with my flesh, still gon' live it up
That I might!
I been thru it
Man I seen thru it
Lived thru it

down-trodden
We are denied not only civil rights but even human rights
So the only way we’re going to get some of this oppression
And exploitation away from us

Sometimes I drowned in anger, most times I blamed myself
Thought I should kill my dad
Gathered family photos going back to the civil war, 
Burned every thing

inside!
Big news just arrived
I'm just petrified
Shut and lock the door!
Why man why what for?
We're in a civil war
Our nation's course
Is headed for war

Parkland, Santa Fe, Vegas, Orlando, Charleston, Sutherland Springs
Congress and the Senate got the NRA on payroll
4-time killers, now they singing

already cocked so don't test me to bang it at you
Right now it's civil war in the preset without the bayonets
Right now it's civil war in the preset without

who are guarding the gates to walk the path of fame
Typa nigga to turn a civil war into an endgame, a drill sergeant when I touch base
Make a whole room

It's constantly battered with floating debris

The states are in civil war
To close it is to die, to open it is to truly fly
Sometimes I feel like I'm

generation to live and explore this
I didn’t waste my time at all when I wrote this song
I love my family, my friends, and I love Zastron

Double 9 5 Zero, I

AR- fifteens ring
As they collide
The grim reaper's outstanding,
Cause He's always on time
It's time to take lives
Over fights and war crimes
I don't

a clash so profound
American Civil War, where history resounds
As the dust settles down, on fields scarred by strife
We remember the fallen, who gave up