Might As Well Be on Mars
i'd fly up the river to the one i love
fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well
i've got a man, he's long and tall
moves his body like a cannon ball
fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well
one of these days and it won't be long
call my name and I'll be gone
fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well
i remember one night, a drizzling rain
round my heart i felt an achin' pain
fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well
when i wore my apron low
couldn't keep you from my do''
fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee w
6n the Morning
Existence of his precence is his goal
Flawless lessons strengthen his control
Illustrations rest upon the walls
Worship him but soon the devil calls
Pledge to the one, the one who wallows
Worship the son, son of sorrow
Pledge to the one, the one who follows
Worship the son, no tomorrow
The hopes and the dreams
Of the one who achieves
Pleasures of flesh
They'll be down on their knees
Father and daughters
The bond will erase
Tortures of fires
The smile on his face
They threat no existence
Involves many forms
The thought of resistance
The power forewarns
Evil verses sorrow in our lives
Borrowing the souls left to decide
Afterlife a question no replies
A fallacy the preacher has no eyes
Pledge to the one, the one who wallows
Worship the son, son of sorrow
Pledge to the one, the one who follows
Worship the son, no tomorrow
Look at the graves of the thousands who've died
No one remembers who is left to decide
The flowers have wilted the maggots arrive
Who the hell cares where you go when you die
The church is in ruins the memories erased
The preacher will die and I spit in his face