Stack O' Dollars Trk 14 2:53. Sleepy John Estes. (James Estes). Sleepy John Estes - guitar & vocal. With: Noah Lewis - harmonica. Jab Jones - piano & Yank Rachell - mandolin.
I don't have to. I don't have to. I don't have to. I shouldn't have to. . Door closed behind you. And you just know you're left outside. Then take your bags in hand.
Crushing all your worthless goals. I define control. Your pain's my fucking ecstasy. So putrid is my world of tyranny. . Accentuate your desperation. Flesh from bone, I'll rip and tear.
Imagine humanity's decline. Step inside my stain of mind. Infesting superiority. Infectious immorality, oh yeah. . Come worship the place no truths are told.
Ancient crown placed on your head. The hangmen of Prague. Seven keys to the chamber. Surrendered to the God. . Hunting, fighting. Killing whore. Wade through blood.
It's time to be born again. Don't talk about sex that's a sin. Confess your evils to the man. He'll do everything he can. Don't go mass you'll go to Hell.
Welcome to my world. Involve yourself within my dream. Experience a life. Just like your mind thought not to be. . Take a look through time. As past or present words to be.
Come walk with me through endless time. See what has been and what the future sees. Share the wisdom of the old world that has passed. Step in a life that's yet to be born.
An unforeseen future nestled somewhere in time. Unsuspecting victims no warnings no signs. Judgment Day the second coming arrives. Before you see the light, you must die.
It starts with vanity, arrogance and greed. Panic is my obsession. No one can escape, the thrill is much too great. Despair is my creation. . Everything obscene emanates from me.
Minutes seem like days. Since the fire ruled the sky. The rich became the beggar. And the fool became the wise. . Memories linger in my brain. Burning from the acid rain.
Unbound God's creation. Has grown into the sinner. Abandoned innocence. Impenitent transgressor. . Escape mortality. They say your life can change. If you take God's hand.
Nightmare, the persecution a child's dream of death. Torment, ill forgotten a soul that will never rest. Guidance, it means nothing in a world of brutal time.
Originally performed by GBH. . Well I'm searching through my bed. I got ankles in my head. I'm in really bad. It's the best time I ever had. . I'm a sick boy.
Through the night, we rise in pairs. Lords at night we ride. From the depths of Hell's domain. Reborn to reign this night. . Roam throughout the endless wars.
Caught, now you're mine. I am the master of your whipping time. The smile on my lips. The look of horror on your face. . Self, justification. Can't rid the sexual fascination.
I saw them all around today. They don't stop, they won't go away. They love the darkness in my eyes. Help me find a way out when I'm lost within myself.
Let me take you down without a sound. Dead before you hit the ground. Blood washes my hand, can't understand. Sterilizing my pain. . Wash away with crimson tide.
Razors edge. Outlines the dead. Incisions in my head. Anticipation, the stimulation. To kill the exhilaration. . Close your eyes. Look deep in your soul.
No blood no glory. All pain and fury. A demonstration of domination. Show of pure intimidation. . Full contact why I live and breathe?. Side stepping all the human debris.