Son Of Virginia Lyrics - Psychic Warfare - Clutch

It was the morning of All Saint's Day, '98 When that old blind dog started roaming around the graveyard 

Wouldn't have bothered me so much 

Were he not walking on his hind legs and smoking cigars 

Recite my lineage and genealogy 

You've got to know your history, 

Son of Virginia Everybody's in the church believing they're a sinner 

And looking for a sign from the True Son of Virginia 

When the storm blew over we made our way 

To the old hay wain to infiltrate the sarcophagus 

By the dim light of a narrow window we saw 

The God's honest truth staring right back at us 

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Recite your lineage and genealogy 

You've got to know your history, 

Son of Virginia Everybody's in the church believing they're a sinner 

And looking for a sign from the True Son of Virginia 

Stare into the embers on the first of November 

And remember you were born a True Son of Virginia 

I was thrown to the ground as my world broke asunder 

Truly we are living in an Age of Wonder 

It was the morning of All Saint's Day, '98 When that old blind dog started calling me associate 

Wouldn't have bothered me so much were it not for the fact 

That was the truth of it 

Recite our lineage and genealogy 

You've got to know your history, 

Son of Virginia Stare into the embers on the first of November 

And remember you were born a True Son of Virginia 

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I was thrown to the ground as my world broke asunder 

Truly we are living in an Age of Wonder 

I wept like a child as the son rose above her 

Truly we are living in an Age of Wonder.