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THEE SILVER MT. ZION lyrics : "13 Blues For Thirteen Moons"

Blackout at the terror trials
It's the 6th year of their wars
I'm pacing shotgun hallways while my $#[email protected] neighbour snores

But I swear I hear them cannon 6 miles out from shore
There's ravens in the gun trees
There's ravens in the gun trees

There's ravens in the gun trees
There's ravens in the gun trees
Singing « this one by proxy »

Singing « that one by gun »
Singing « this one in water »
Singing « that one in blood »


I live by the railroad
I don't get no sleep

Four corners resplendent
With indie rocks creeps
I just want some action

I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action

I just want some action
I just want some action
This bright boy's getting old

This town is too damn cold
I just want some action
I just want some action

I just want some action
I just want some action
No heroes on my radio

No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio


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The ec'nomics of our trembling selves
The palsied pit where bad hearts yell
Let it be done. Let it be soon...

13 blues for thirteen moons
You're gold of heart
And golden wings are lashed upon your troublings

This filthy moat
In which we swim
Is not our fate

These stubbornlimbs
These open hands
These wicked winds

The hearts of birds keep on thundering
Let it fall down. Man, let it be soon...
13 blues for thirteen moons


In gated chambers
They did meet

With cardboards stocking
Upon their feet
And tattled long

Their tattered road
And none did ease
No others load

The leaden lips
Of spittled gloom
Where leaders lunch

On meat and ruin
And depth and light
Have long been truant

While our nation's shores
Go on bleeding into
The ocean...

Let it fall down. And let it be soon...
13 blues for thirteen moons


The hangman's got a hard-on
The pretty minstrells sway
The pundit reeks of coffin

The banker rapes a maid
The hangman's got a hard-on
The pretty minstrells sway
The pundit reeks of coughin
The banker rapes a maid

We-will-not-sing-at-your-damn-pa-rade
We-will-not-sing-at-your-damn-pa-rade
We-will-not-sing-at-your-damn-pa-rade
We-will-not-sing-at-your-damn-pa-rade
We-will-not-sing...

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