Альбом Recoil

Deep down in Louisiana
Way down by the 'cane
Lived a Mambo, named of Queenie
She sure deal out some pain
Like the deep ole' Atchafalaya
Her soul was dark as mud
Suck your life out just like quicksand
Leave you choking on your blood

You better pray boy, pray
Because you're prey boy, prey
You better pray boy, pray
Gotta get down on your knees

Old Sonnier got a shotgun
Mad as he could be
Goin' to shoot young Queenie
The girl would not let him be
No chance to pull the trigger
She had him on his knees
Too late to beg for mercy
Time for him to bleed

You better pray boy, pray
Because you're prey boy, prey
You better pray boy, pray
Gotta get down on your knees

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Five thousand years, that's a lotta tears
And your world's still crumblin' down
So full of hate, you've sealed your fate
And your world's still crumblin' down
So many scars after all the wars and wars and wars
And your world's still crumblin' down
Your battle cry echoes as you die
And your world's still crumblin' down

The rockets fly across the sky
And your world's still crumblin' down
You take and take, for heaven's sake
And your world's still crumblin' down
You only feel the pain you deal and deal and deal
And your world's still crumblin' down
Peace can't be known, that dove has flown
And your world's still crumblin' down

A thief on the left and one on the right
Up on the hill about twilight
One lived forever, the other died
While a thorny head hung to one side

Two get to heaven from The Killing Ground
When the Lord gets ready, the whip comes down

Two men accused of breaking the law
Up on the side of Golgotha
One man accused of being a king
That's the saddest song I'll ever sing

Two get to heaven from The Killing Ground
When the Lord gets ready, the whip comes down

[I've been waiting...
Intruders just keep coming
Intruders just keep coming]

Did you ever wish that someone would come and save you?
Did you ever wish that someone would come through for you?
I've been waiting to receive my emancipation but...

Intruders just keep coming
Intruders just keep coming
Intruders just keep coming

Round and round, here we go again, oh no
Down, down, down, here I go again, oh no

[I'll take a knife, I'll take a blade
I'll take a line of anything that you've got]

Round and round, here we go again, oh no
Down, down, down, here I go again, oh no

Intruders just keep coming
And the fear of death keeps rushing in

Got 99 to life
Stabbed a man with a butcher knife
Ain't no way out in sight
All this sufferin' serve me right

Mornin' grub, gon' need me some
But it's covered with spit and cum
Nothin' but water now
Gonna help when I hit that plow
The man sittin' on the hoss
Shotgun says he's boss
Got 99 to life

The bossman's got that gun
Gotcha workin' in the sun
Gotcha poundin' with that hoe
Better finish up that row
Shotgon done gone off
Poor Georgie died with one last cough
He went face down in the dirt
And the boss yelled "Back to work!"
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So tired I'm stumblin' drunk
Sweat stinkin' like a skunk
Dust dryin' on my brow
Like a mule behind that plow

Got 99 to life
Stabbed a man with a butcher knife
Ain't no way out in sight
All this sufferin' serve me right

Backslider, Backslider, headin' for hell
Caught up in a landslide, pure 'caine trail
Paleface, no trace, hidin' from the man
Starin' at the mirror with a gun in your hand

Backslider, Backslider, lost in pain
Can't slay the dragon when he's runnin' through your veins
Noddin' out, no doubt, hidin' from the man
Starin' at the mirror with a gun in your hand

Backslider, Backslider, sinkin' on down
Like a rooster in a rainstrom, you gon' drown
Juice head, 'bout dead, hiding from the man