GIVE THEM WHAT THEY NEED. AND YOU GET WHAT. YOU WANT MINDLESS WARRIORS. FOR THE LAST VICTORY. THE LAST VICTORY. . LOOK IN THEIR EYES. THERE IS NO MERCY.
Written by Marty Stuart. . Sometimes the only thing to do is turn around and go back home. When every way there is to turn has vanished and is gone. I've used up every trick that I had hidden up my sleeve.
DEEP WITHIN THE ENDLESS BLUE. I SEE A SILHOUETTE. THE EMINENCE OF THE SEA. HE IS ON HIS TRAIL TO HIS FORSEEN DESTINY TOWARDS THE. ARCTIC SEA. HIS REIGN WAS SILENT.
Written by Marty Stuart. . Red, red wine and cheatin' songs. Lately this bar room's where I call my home. Somewhere, somehow, my baby went wrong. Now it's red, red wine and cheatin' songs.
Isolation always grows. Cold frustration fills our souls. Disillusion is the goal. Direct the masses, let the profit grow. . We spend our lives in apathy.
Written by Marty Stuart. . It was the perfect excuse to get drunk. As if lately I've needed one. It Was the perfect excuse to buy bullets. For the barrel of my favorite gun.
I am a lonesome pilgrim, far from home. And what a journey I have known. I might be tired and weary, but I am strong. 'Cause pilgrims walk, but not alone.
If you look them in the eyes. You will see the desperation. If you're looking at your screen. You can see the devastation. . See the hate. There's fire in their eyes.
Written by Marty Stuart. . You left without a sign or a warning. I'm still holding some questions in my mind. In case you might ask how I'm a doin'. Here's what I think you're gonna find.
YOU ARE ON THE ROAD TO HELL. I KNOW THE PATH AS WELL. I`VE SEEN MANY DEPRESSED. WHO`VE BEEN WALKING THE SAME WAY. THE DEVIL IN YOUR VEINS. IS HUNTING YOU AGAIN.
Excerpt from "Sir Galahad" written by Alfred Lord Tennyson. . Then move the trees, the copses nod,. Wings flutter, voices hover clear.. "O just and faithful knight of God!.
Tell 'em Marty, you got a word for it. Right here, oh, ooh, oh, look yonder comin'. Where? Where you comin' from?. Right over there boys, comin' down the railroad track.
I SEE THE BEGGAR. ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES. AND I WATCH THE POLICEMAN. BEAT HIM TILL HE BLEEDS. I DON'T KNOW HIS NAME. BUT I LOOK INTO HIS EYES. AS THE TRUNCHEON OF THE LAW CRUSHES HIS FACE.
FROM THE CRADLE TO THE COLD GRAVE. WE JUST GROW TO BE ITS SLAVES. WE PRAY FOR MORE. JUST MORE AND MORE. ALL THE MONEY THAT WE EARN. EVERTHING WE EVER LEARN.
I long for a trip, I don't need no grip. I'm takin' one more ride. Way out there in the prairie air. I guess it's in my hide. For the clickity-clack of the railroad track is callin'.
I AM ON THE OUTSIDE IN THE MIST OF MY MIND. I DUG FOR TRUTH AND DIDN'T LIKE WHAT I FOUND. I HAVE GONE TOTALLY INSANE. A MAD MAN IN THE CRIMSON RAIN. SAVE ME, SAVE ME.
The deadly alliance. The knife and the silence. Have fled the asylum. To continue what shall be done. His childhood memories flash through my mind. I see the cause.
The wind is creepin' across the mountains. The moon is nowhere in sight. Gone is the voice I'm used to hearing. Oh, what a silent night. . The telephone's been disconnected.
I am caught in a space of heat and sweat. Traces of memories exploding in my head. I don't know where I am. And why I scream. Is this all reality or is it just a dream.