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Roadrunner
03:08
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Desolation speeding by
In the night on fire
With Satan at our heels
Destination no-man's-land
In our sight to behold
The gates of home below
Tires screamin’
Speed demon
Race the devil
Filthy heathens
Engine roarin’ drinkin’ from a
Gas tank full of souls
We'll burn it down
We'll burn it down
Ghost towns in our back window
Taillights ignite
The asphalt turns to coal
Top down tempest of scorching
Wind burning bright embers
Of brimstone, and down we go
Tires screamin’
Speed demon
Race the devil
Filthy heathens
Engine roarin’ drinkin’ from a
Gas tank full of souls
With the windows down
With the windows down
Race the devil home
Burning tires leave trails of fire home
Race the devil home
Burning tires leave trails of fire home
Race the devil home
Burning tires leave trails of fire home
Race the devil home
Burning tires leave trails of fire home
Tires screamin’
Speed demon
Race the devil
Filthy heathens
Engine roarin’ drinkin’ from a
Gas tank full of souls
6 feet underground
We'll burn it down
With the windows down
6 feet underground
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2. |
Shotgun Wedding
02:52
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Stay away from my daughter
Is what your old man said to me
If her heart ever breaks
Oh a dead man you will be
Sir I promise on my own grave
No ill intentions do I mean
But if any harm falls upon her
I'll throw myself into the sea.
He said don't close your eyes
Don't let your time together pass you by
There’s a string around her heart that's tied
To the trigger of my shotgun
Everybody has their problems
Be them in flesh or in the mind
We share our pains against the bar
No cheaper therapy I'll find
Call me a devil or a heathen
I'll keep my beliefs to mine
I guess I found my faith through reason
I'll leave that old old world behind
He said don't turn your back
Everyone's been down a broken track
Show me that you're a man and that's it's a fact
That you won't throw it all away
Sir I promise on my own grave
No ill intentions do I mean
But if any harm falls upon her
I'll throw myself into the sea.
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3. |
Dirt Home
03:20
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Dirt home, dirt home
When I’m six feet down in ground
Dirt home, dirt home
The cold earth's got a comforting embrace
Dirt home, dirt home
Dig an extra grave when you come around
Dirt home, dirt home
At least the worms will be eating good tonight
Bury me in an oaken barrel
That's been filled with whiskey
Just in case my skeleton
Gets bored, lonely, or thirsty.
And in due time all ghosts of the damned
Will stop by and I'll pour them a drink
Cause we know the world of the living is fucked, gotta get out as the ship starts to sink
We'll hire a ghostly band
To play songs from when we were living
Dance all night along with the damned
Shoot the shit with the gods more forgiving
We'll all waste away
While the fools think we're up in the sky
Trade up your soul
On the devils bar tab the kegs don't go dry
Dirt home, dirt home
When I’m six feet down in ground
Dirt home, dirt home
The cold earth's got a comforting embrace
Dirt home, dirt home
Dig an extra grave when you come around
Dirt home, dirt home
At least the worms will be eating good tonight
And if we are in this together
Well drink hell dry, from now ‘til forever
There’s no need to be afraid of the dark
While our bodies rot
Beneath the trees at our burial plots
The open bar will keep on pourin’
Dirt home, dirt home
When I’m six feet down in ground
Dirt home, dirt home
The cold earth's got a comforting embrace
Dirt home, dirt home
Dig an extra grave when you come around
Dirt home, dirt home
At least the worms will be eating good tonight
Dirt home, dirt home
When I’m six feet down in ground
Dirt home, dirt home
The cold earth's got a comforting embrace
Dirt home, dirt home
Dig an extra grave when you come around
Dirt home, dirt home
At least the worms will be eating good tonight
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4. |
Monster
02:33
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You can run all you want
But you can't get away
Nobody knows you're gone
There's no escape
You can trip me hit me burn my skin
But I'll keep coming back
You'd better sleep with one eye open
Don't call me a monster I'm not Dracula
It's not blood I thirst
When I'm through with you
You're gonna wish that Freddy would have got to you first
Your friends are gone
This ain't a dream you won't wake up
Your fates were sealed
I don't need a hockey mask to hide behind
Knives for hands or a leather face
This fear is real
I'm gonna gut you like it's Halloween
I ain't no Norman Bates but won't you be my Marion crane
Don't call me a monster I'm not Dracula
It's not blood I thirst
When I'm through with you
You're gonna wish that Freddy would have got to you first
Don't call me a monster I'm not Dracula
It's not blood I thirst
When I'm through with you
You're gonna wish that Freddy would have got to you first
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5. |
A Thousand Hounds
02:11
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I guess I'll take the long way home
These paths all look the same
I'll have to wait to rest these bones
Til i'm old and grey.
And have you felt the weight
Of the moon that's keeping me awake?
And do you know of the fear of a mistake?
For outside your door there's a thousand hounds at bay
And have you felt the weight
Of the moon that's keeping you awake?
And do you know of the fear of a mistake?
For outside your door there's a thousand hounds at bay
A cold sweat drips from your brow
It seems you've locked your door
But your windows are the best way in
It's a shame your blood will stain this floor
And have you felt the weight
Of the moon that's keeping me awake?
And do you know of the fear of a mistake?
For outside your door there's a thousand hounds at bay
And have you felt the weight
Of the moon that's keeping you awake?
And do you know of the fear of a mistake?
For outside your door there's a thousand hounds at bay
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6. |
Play With Me
03:15
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These hands won’t fix themselves
Making time but not for me
Lifeless like the silver in your palms
Come play with me, I plead
Play with me, hold my hand
Won’t you grant me this last dance
Time passes by but not for us
Trapped in a playless wonderland
Cloudy eyes and a vacant stare
Look through me as if my bones were made of glass
Lights are on but there’s no one there
Lonely voices dance down an empty street
Play with me, hold my hand
Won’t you grant me this last dance
Time passes by but not for us
Trapped in a playless wonderland
I am nearly at the end of
My limits and my tolerance
I'm done feeding your confidence
Why can't you see that
I'm not something you can dismiss
I'm clearly fucking over this
Distress is never worth a kiss
My heart is breaking
Play with me, hold my hand
Won’t you grant me this last dance
Time passes by but not for us
Trapped in a playless wonderland
Play with me, hold my hand
Won’t you grant me this last dance
Time passes by but not for us
Trapped in a playless wonderland
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7. |
Sweet Hell
02:34
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Sitting out here in the sun
Played my heart like 21
Spend my time all crying
Cos I just forget to laugh
Now everyone around me
Is just always trying to sell me
On the notion that you're not the one
That I deserve to have
But if you'd just clean up your act
Tell me what you mean by that
Maybe we should dance one more time
Whoa (Yeah!)
Sweet hell
I'm a little lonely in this tore up town
Sweet hell
Won't you come and find me in this big ole house
Lock the door
So we can bury these bones on the floor
Oh, sweet hell
I'm a little lonely, baby, where are you
Well, I got some roses at the door
But who they're from and who they're for
Might just need explaining
So go on and get to that
Well, I can't believe you act like that
Well, I can't believe I want you back
Maybe we should dance one more time
Whoa (Yeah!)
Sweet hell
I'm a little lonely in this tore up town
Sweet hell
Won't you come and find me in this big ole house
Lock the door
So we can bury these bones on the floor
Oh, sweet hell
I'm a little lonely, baby, where are you
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Sweet hell
I'm a little lonely in this tore up town
Sweet hell
Won't you come and find me in this big ole house, I said now
Sweet hell
I'm a little lonely in this tore up town
Sweet hell
Won't you come and find me in this big ole house (I said now)
Sweet hell
I'm a little lonely in this tore up town
Sweet hell
Won't you come and find me in this big ole house (I said)
Sweet hell (Yeah!)
I'm a little lonely in this tore up town (I said)
Sweet hell
Won't you come and find me in this big ole house (I said)
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8. |
Your Girl
02:08
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I still can’t get it through my head
That you’re the one I’d meet my mother said
She told me to have faith and leave the earth a-whirl
Can’t believe that I’m your girl
Can’t believe that I’m your girl
When you walked into that small room
I knew I had to meet you and to do it soon
Your shoulders broad, your hair like silk, your eyes like pearl
I can’t believe that I’m your girl
I can’t believe that I’m your girl
Waves of lace your hand in mine
On that day we vowed our souls would bind
Our ship set out from there, we let our sails unfurl
I can’t believe that I’m your girl
I can’t believe that I’m your girl
So when my lungs do draw their final breath
Throughout old age or through untimely death
My rotting corpse will spread love through the underworld
I know I’ll always be your girl
I know I’ll always be your girl
I know I’ll always be your girl
I know I’ll always be your girl
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9. |
This Ain't the End
02:04
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Well I traded my last 6 bucks
For a shot of whiskey and some company
Tell me I'm outta luck
I'm still above the dirt
And I'm still breathing
Yeah there are times when I'm down
I'm broken I'm empty I wish I were dead
My soul still rattles with the sound
Of all the lost souls screamin’ this ain't the end
This ain't the end
Don't call it quits
We made it and so will you
This ain't the end my friend
You'll pull through this
Because it's what we do.
Well I walked up and out of his place
With my heart on my sleeve and
Evening wear in my hand
Emotions thin as lace
When you want something more
But you’re not all that hopeful
When you're feeling down
Is it a walk of shame when you’re feeling shameless?
My heart aches with that sound
Of every heartbroken soul this ain't the end
This ain't the end
Don't call it quits
We made it and so will you
This ain't the end my friend
You'll pull through this
Because it's what we do.
One shot two shots three shots four
I'll fall for anyone who picks me up off the floor
Four shots three shots two shots one
Just because I fell for you doesn't mean I'll fall for anyone
This ain't the end
Don't call it quits
We made it and so will you
This ain't the end my friend
You'll pull through this
Because it's what we do
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10. |
Hellfire Plea
03:52
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Met with the reaper on a cold autumns eve
His eyes showed me sorrows that you wouldn't believe
With an outstretched hand we made a pact
He can take my soul leave my flesh intact
Oh your god won't forgive me now
The things I've seen and done
Oh there's a cold sweat on my brow
It freezes still under the sun
I've been told my future and it ain't sweet
I pray death's kind when we do meet
I've done his deeds my blood runs cold
I lost my guilt when I lost my soul.
Oh your god won't forgive me now
The things I've seen and done
Oh there's a cold sweat on my brow
And It freezes still under the sun
Oh these brimstone bones rattle loud
Hear my Hellfire plea
Oh I've met the devil and I made him proud.
I beg for you to take me.
There's only so good that you can be
Soon the snake will lead you to the tree
There's no use tryin’ to save yourself
Embrace the dark in sick or in health
Oh your god won't forgive me now
The things I've seen and done
Oh there's a cold sweat on my brow
And It freezes still under the sun
I went drinking with the devil in a hole in the ground
Hey barman pour us another round
I'll drink my whiskey and order it neat
There's no need for ice in the fiery deep
Oh your god won't forgive me now
The things I've seen and done
Oh there's a cold sweat on my brow
And It freezes still under the sun
Oh these brimstone bones rattle loud
Hear my Hellfire plea
Oh I've met the devil and I made him proud.
I beg for you to take me
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Solomon & Lang Calgary, Alberta
Solomon & Lang are a hard-hitting folk-punk ensemble fueled by whiskey and feelings, delivering dark & dancey music for your graveside get-togethers.
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