Sing It To The River

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There's a party at Cane Creek.

The stars and the signs are flashing in my eyes.
What a sad road for these violent violent times.

And for just 7.95, you can come on down, have a drink and have a good
time. We’ll all laugh and we’ll listen to children explode when
they’ve done something wrong. Last time. It’s their swan song. Yeah.
Go to peaceful sleep at the bottom of our creek.

I hear all the preachers laughing.
I hear all the preachers laughing.
I see parents shaking their fists
In up and down lines in 4/4 time.
I hear all my children crying.

What's my body worth?

Check your price tag.

What's my guarantee?

Check your pulse.

What's my return date?

Check your vital signs.

What's my status?

We're all up for sale.

Listen please to these broken dreams
We were falling down dead from the tops of the trees
To the cold hard ground with the twigs and the laves
To decay in silence and reverie

We wandered through the cold in the dead of night
Staring at the stars – what a lovely sight
Brought back to reality and struck half blind
By the city so tall with her neon lights

Mom and Dad were always good to me
‘Til they took me to the church by the dusty creek
Started reading all the words of the man with the pearls
And when I got home late they started beating me.

They tore off all my clothes and they ripped into the skin
And still they dared to cry when they saw me in my coffin
I was lowered to the ground. Six feet down.
They never heard me shriek over old Cane Creek.

My baby’s mouth is full of tar charred feathers.
My creek is nothing but crippling bad weather.
My kitchen table’s made from switch blade metal.
And my front yard is a play ground for grave yards.

I hear all my children crying.*

* = Song inspired by the actions and writings of the pastor Michael Pearl

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from All My Demons Are Coming Loose, released January 25, 2013

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