Ain’t nothing more deadly than the cold kill gut cut throat’s cause ahead of me
Readily we go brave stepper to the gallows where bills hang
The thrill rang dry into a skeleton plan
Where it lay, stay to die like a whale on land
This ain’t the millionaire tears of an old man metal band
This is a hurt earth birthed worth work class
Killer with many a heart in his hand
And I’ll be damned if I’ll let the froze skate on me
So we smite the take with the FREE
Could it be
Share is the new steal
Cold the new feel…
Life’s work meet the dead end job
But I refuse to take my broke with out tell
My choke with out yell
I’m speaking
Cobra to ox
Lion to lamb
Sky to the rocks
Glass to the sand
I ain’t no creature of number I’m a hunter of slumber
By gun or by pen we will put felt below the pelts of men…
