Plastic Bears

So thoroughly concrete 

Set in hearts of Appalachian dwellers

Pour strychnine in open wounds

Lay life on line for Jesus 

Read Mark 16 15th verse

Satisfy serpent handlers

Whom shall get bitten

Body swells black & blue 

Family places Bible on balloon belly 

Poison strong enough to kill 

20 men run through faithful veins

Prayers upon the man with 25 copper heads

"And if they drank any deadly thing 

They shall lay hands on the sick

And they shall recover" 

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Fox Blood

Like a straight razor to a man's beard

The wise sayings of Sam Yorkdale's Oak Tree

Was cut from the roots sawed in half

And every little thing that made it unique was gone

Now a carbon copy of what was thought of as happy

"Its leaves don't shine no mo"

"You took its gold soaked wood from me"

Said Sam Yorkdale

Golden Oak was nothing but a house for fools

Like a slave it was bought for rich 

And treated like human shit 

Cocaine powdered the air 

Where flies & squirrels rest

Dogs piss at the feet of a God

While pages turn in history

Like an apple that never falls too far 

From the father tree 

I wish I'd have seen Sam Yorkdale 

The scent of man's want

Like a hungry wealthy bastard

The scent of man's need

Like a widow at her partner's knees

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A Sea Of Love

Bending at rainbows arc;
Laid son of grand king
A sea of love glows in the dark


Home sits a midst of bark;
With words to happily sing
A sea of love glows in the dark


Beautiful ones lie stark;
Laid son of grand king
Found the lines to play my part


Bending at rainbows arc;
We wait for a ring
A sea of love glows in the dark


Fell in love, lights the dark;
The right words to sing
Found the lines to play my part


Beautiful ones lie stark;
Pure love, I'll bring
Found the lines to play my part
A sea of love glows in the dark




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Lucky Number Seven Never Had So Many Curves

She put on a red dress 
Covered in diamonds 
For the night ready to impress 
Connect the dots on her old plots 
Playing the same hand
(She just can't win) 
It's time for a different deck of plans 


(One she doesn't understand) 


I see the way you keep 
All the secrets from me 
I wanna know 
Can you save me the last dance 




Open up don't repress it 
I know it's hard 
But don't let it get to you 
Don't show me 
don't show 
Your "true blue" 

Her entrance was less than grand 
When heads turning back 
Wasn't the original plan 
Electric voltage wrapped 
Around her lips red running down 
Because it doesn't stick 
Oh no oh no!
It's been done before






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Condemned

In hell you are me looking in
Watching the consumption of
Those in the Devil's den
Eyes without tears
Minds with no fear
Combust in searing fleshtone
A mockery of the blessed
Merit within woes of 
The unholy prototype
Bind the life in love and hate
The bodies of those engulfed
By Hell's Gates






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