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No Prison Bars (demo)
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Sitting in this cell we're s'posed to hang in the morn
They got a rope hung for each of our necks right out there
They say we'll swing 'til we're dead 'n' just as sure as we're born
The town will watch us wriggle and they'll cheer in the square
Though we're surrounded by the darkness I can see the light
Just through these bars up above shine blinding rays of hope
The morning sun should be a curse but lord it shines so bright
We smile because we won't be at the end of no rope
Don't get us wrong just now we're not afraid to die
Trapped by the bars of steel 'n' these walls of brown
This stick of dynamite is tellin' us it just ain't our time
Just like the Walls of Jericho they'll come a'crumblin' down
No prison bars can hold us men can try 'n' shoot us down
We'll leave them lyin' in their graves and make our way right outta town
Riding for the sunrise there's one thing that you can trust
If you're gonna try 'n' stop us you'll be face down in the dust
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Into The Pit (demo)
02:37
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Over the hill I can see the rising smoke
Comanches, Texas Rangers, at each other's fucking throats
Before I think, my guns are pulled I'm charging straight ahead
The danger's of no consequence if rangers end up dead
The lead I deal to them turns the air to crimson mist
As I run out of ammo I resort to knifes and fists
My blade is stuck inside a skull whose eyes look terrified
I turn around to see my comrades fighting by my side
Blood, gore, scalps, and hair
Glistening carnage everywhere
Dead rangers wreak of shit
Throw them down into the pit
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The army's had us runnin' but we said we've had enough
The Train she's right on time as we ride down from the bluff
You think you're gonna catch us and we know you got no doubt
But it's hard to lead a chase when your legs have been cut out
These soldados cost us dearly and we're gonna make them pay
Our horses, they grow weary as we spur them on their way
One by one we board as we catch up to the caboose
No one can see the hell that's about to be cut loose
We bust right in they got no chance
Their bodies do a funny dance
Some go to draw turn white instead
These uniforms are filled with lead
From car to car we make our way
The engineer is our next play
We stop the train and see the light
Crates of guns and dynamite
Nothing could prepare us for a thing of beauty wait in store
We thank the gods on bended knee for this dealer of brutality
Spin the Crank and watch the bullets fly
Breath in the smoke as it rises to the sky
This touch of God cuts trees in half and all that we can do is laugh
as we tear apart the countryside
How could we be so foolish as to lose our sense of time
In the distance there's a posse and they're charging down the line
There are 20 maybe 30 of these armed, bloodthirsty men
Our chambers full, our hammers pulled, prepared to fight again
These dogs could not anticipate
the carnage that upon them waits
These pesky unsuspecting fleas
ride for justice, keep the peace
We'll put these bastards in their place
Their God's eternal warm embrace
Then we'll turn these mangy mutts
into heaps of buzzard's guts
Grief-stricken faces realize this fateful charge is suicide
Our smiles can only spread so wide with this brand new weapon by our side
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