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SONG LYRICS PART 4 BY CHAD HALLIDAY

the legend of tom dooley tennessee was watching me with a hand-me-down half cocked gun so I went to the well where some of them tell the water when it mirrors the sun can show a man who walks hand in hand with the the lord when it's time to run 1865 wilkes county old tom dooley comes walking over that hill home from war and all the pretty little girls want to bed him down but it was only Laura Foster caught his eye he said meet me on the other side of that hill and wear that pretty little dress and them pretty little shoes too with a hesitant gait and that voice said wait something eerie and haunted tore a hole in my gut and well door shut and I fell in a heap on the floor crying and a pissing and a bleeding and a missing the voice of the lord once more now old tom dooley could still smell the gunsmoke and he could hear the cries of the men on the other side of that hill only maybe he never could next time we see Laura Foster, she's in a hole in the ground four foot by three feet deep and she's got on that pretty little dress and them pretty little shoes so I went to the devil and he tossed me a shovel said remember the witch of Endor spoke to king saul who summoned the call of samuel the prophet once more said sin takes its toll, better dig that hole your story's been told before next time we see old tom dooley, he's sitting on his own casket headed back into town looks at them empty gallows, puts out his hand and says look at my hand it don't shake I never touched that girl and goddammit maybe he never did and we all drown eternal the road weary body of old mussolini we watch as it washes away ghosts of denial and nubile attractions we watch as it washes away sunsets and cornfields and hollow-eyed orphans we watch as it washes away asphalt's the canvas and death is the color we watch as it washes away they brighten our faces with nuclear ashes we watch as it washes away near sighted prophets write pigeon toed psalms we watch as it washes away highways and oceans and wicked intentions we watch as it washes away pencils and paper and human erasers we watch as it washes away they spell out the death count with lies and denials we watch as it washes away little ones gathering gathering branches we watch as it washes away kissinger hamlet and judas iscariot we watch as it washes away fatty arbuckle and quick amputations we watch as it washes away follow the surface follow the light chase the euphoria end of the night follow your instincts forever abyss swallow the water you'll never be missed stalingrad's burning there's paranoid children we watch as it washes away homeland security manifest destiny we watch as it washes away there's vines on the ceiling and cancer in cupboards we watch as it washes away sunshine and scorched flesh and pale curiosity we watch as it washes away down blount street (the story of ashley) I'm just a small flightless bird on the run got nothing but fear in my songs for every one was on my side or so it seemed just a handful of yesterdays a go with me for a ride down blount street gutter way away away we'll fly fly fly fly away you and I we run like children in the sun we laugh and play until the daylight is done in like a pigeon on a stool just a dead silhouette - we go why don't we split this baby in two half for men with souls and half for you must agree this sickness must end

SONG LYRICS PART 3 BY CHAD HALLIDAY

easy, serenely the sun, the moon, the stars they fall so easy crashing brilliant beautiful serenely through it all I hear you whisper near me stay here fall down here in another lifetime I'd be dying on the floor your caress your face another daydream like before in another lifetime there'd be nothing to live for just a wilderness without you whispering once more the world is broken picturesque sincerely while our voices weep and die completely still and here I hear you whisper near me stay here fall down here in another lifetime I'd be knocking at your door until you come and ask of me just what I'm knocking for in other lifetime we would live forever dear until the day your whisper stops and leave me lying here we were bonnie and clyde in a snow globe most of them said our life together was a sham from the very start they should you were too in love with Jesus and they said I had a stone for a heart they said you could never be corrupted and they said I wasn't going nowhere here I am lying in the gutter and all they can do is stare holy ghost revival sunday evening with the lord I thought I'd get right but you whispered to me from under the bleachers and you promised me a sin-filled night deep within the throes of passion I remembered for his sins he had died but preacher's daughter says you'll be my bonnie if only I would be your clyde liquor store hold-ups bored you soon said you want to see the store clerk dead said I'm a bad man, not a monster you stuck an ice pick in my heart instead you said they would never believe you did it for my sins they'll say there's a wage funny how right they were about us in all the wrong god damned ways the legend of tom dooley tennessee was watching me with a hand-me-down half cocked gun so I went to the well where some of them tell the water when it mirrors the sun can show a man who walks hand in hand with the the lord when it's time to run 1865 wilkes county old tom dooley comes walking over that hill home from war and all the pretty little girls want to bed him down but it was only Laura Foster caught his eye he said meet me on the other side of that hill and wear that pretty little dress and them pretty little shoes too with a hesitant gait and that voice said wait something eerie and haunted tore a hole in my gut and well door shut and I fell in a heap on the floor crying and a pissing and a bleeding and a missing the voice of the lord once more now old tom dooley could still smell the gunsmoke and he could hear the cries of the men on the other side of that hill only maybe he never could next time we see Laura Foster, she's in a hole in the ground four foot by three feet deep and she's got on that pretty little dress and them pretty little shoes so I went to the devil and he tossed me a shovel said remember the witch of Endor spoke to king saul who summoned the call of samuel the prophet once more said sin takes its toll, better dig that hole your story's been told before next time we see old tom dooley, he's sitting on his own casket headed back into town looks at them empty gallows, puts out his hand and says look at my hand it don't shake I never touched that girl and goddammit maybe he never did

SONG LYRICS PART 2 BY CHAD HALLIDAY

nevermind the weather arcade loudspeaker screaming once again about nevermind the weather or the goose-stepping me so you pick the dead roses, smoke the black pedals swallow your fool's gold, burn all your medals leave me alone never expected to find yourself twitching at the nature of laughter or your too late decisions now you're cockeyed and twisted in the carnival mirror demanding a face that you'll never deliver pitchfork shepherd in the whiskey once again saying I'll be back to get you, but I aint' telling when so you whisper and wander through the fairy tale suburbs telling the children there's poison in the cupboards death house interview with rhonda belle martin good morning sweetheart do you love me still let me hold you cure all your ills drink your whiskey love hold tight my hand sleep with the others now guilty I stand when was the last time you thought about them when was the last time you saw their faces choose your love more carefully my friend she'll be there waiting in electric nightmares drink your milk dear and go try to play sad convulsions are not here to stay wipe your eyes, love try to understand with you in darkness guilty I stand something's wrong here wrong with me make me stop oh please god let me be poison angel, love run while you can of love elusive guilty I stand the pain is here is now is beautiful I'll pick the flowers for your funeral weeping old willows once met a fair lady on a head full of spin while picking up mushrooms and cactus again she was ancient and deadly lovely to a fault and she'd say things that never could we tell apart from the weeping old willows the smoke rings of lore so I asked her if ever I'd seen her before she said I was Napoleon and you set me free and together we asked ourselves violently will you marry me Charlie on a ship sailing east with the flags all at half mast mourning the beast that we slaughtered and ate with a glass of red wine fermented of memories grown on the vine so we sailed the ocean of blades of sweet grass crowned by the faces of kings and thieves past on a carpet whose mother could read a man's palms by swearing to heaven the gently worn psalms that sooner or later you'll wind up like me singing ashes to flowers lai de lai de lai de the deepest roots the prairies rolling gently the grass waves warm and free under crazy shameful shadows that remind us who we be evolution's greatest wonder a monster could it be that the deepest roots among us belong to wicked trees so we burn, burn the rooftops dry up all the seas drain, drain the silos fall down on our knees until the hills are leveled and the air's too thick to breathe and we're choking on the promise that there shall be no reprieve the phonograph's still spinning songs of love empty to a horrified old music hall where the last of us go to see the needle blindly searching for a welcoming artery but nothing can stop the onslaught of blood and time's army we're creeping from the cellars crude weapons in our hands but our only real salvation was some drunken railroad band

SONG LYRICS PART 1 BY CHAD HALLIDAY

all summer in a day margot slips behind the door signs the cross and holds her breath she says come see raindrops on the closet door, oh no margot weeps and wipes her eyes they've stolen all her precious dream venus tears and clouds the only f*cking world she's ever know you are my sunshine my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are blue margot plots her sad revenge sharpens knives and takes her time she says come see what the closet door really meant to me you are my sunshine my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are blue you never know dear how much I love you so please don't take my sunshine away john the revelator who's that writing john the revelator wrote the book of the seven seals we're already gone we're already home and the stakes are all in the ground the whiskey bottle's empty and the hollow sound is in your head the seeds are all sown and we're already dead did you want to drop the box into the deep dark cold cold ground or did you want to leave it open let all of us hear that sound we're already gone we're already home and our seeds are all in the ground you're in a canvas sack headed to the bottom of the ocean floor and the last stitch through your nose says you're no more could you see it could you see it through the skin stretched across your face and did it look to you just like the end of days we're already gone we're already home cockles and mussels alive, alive-o alive, alive, alive, alive, alive-o Two by Two Jesus Put my hand in your wound Pulled out the Inquisition baby I've paid my dues Sinners Take a walk two by two Avoid the Tribulation baby You've got nothing to lose Philistines Gonna slaughter your youth Rape your women baby Kill your giants too Pharisees Have you heard the good news? Gonna heal the sick now baby F*ck you and your rules This little light of mine... I'm gonna let it shine...