what are they saying, anyway?
New
Controller
Thank You God
Messed Up
Well Oiled Hell
Lick
Free Byrd
New
Controller
Sleeps in your skin and hides in your head, knows where you been
and knows everything you said, digs in the dirt gathering stones,
trades in the business of blood and bones, code rings on his fingers
frozen to the trigger, bow down to the new controller. Another code
to crack another delay, figure out the new math figure out another
way, take a new path and keep it clean, saviour of souls or killing
machine? do you hear the messages running down your spine, do you
hear the messages running out of time? wash your hands before you
go, bloodstains on your favorite robe, lick your wounds and take
the bait, speak too soon and you will seal your fate. Blood runs
down his fingers, likes to pull the trigger...say hello to the new
controller.
Thank
you God
Coming from a speck of nothing and then one day he found himself
sitting at the bottom, hanging onto nothing he knew that God was
with him felt him as He held his hand but God dropped him right
in the ocean and he knew right then He didn't give a damn pushed
right out of heaven thrown into a boiling hell down at the bottom
if there was hope he couldn't tell the Devil he was patient, the
Devil he always Understand, cause when you think you're working
to get to heaven, you bought the Devil's plan, you're working for
the Man. The kingdom of rust is upon us, can you hear the sleeping
messenger? As they turn it out as they dish it out as they turn
away...In this rotting decay, smoke and billiards, left to grapple
with fantasy, menacy, medicine that's inside me, you tortured young
souls, slit from your wrists, cashing your fat paychecks, human
glory, human suffering all for your entertainment value, drink it
down, that Royale Crown, you cannot fight it...Got a job 'cause
it pays real well and you like the people and the way they smell
and your friends start coming out of everywhere 'cause your blood
is flowing and they all want a share and they don't even fucking
care thank you God and the Devil and the Dollar
Messed
Up
Light it up, smoke it to the end, drink it up, then drink it up
again, fuck it up, no reason to be true, got so messed up, messed
up over you...played their game, thought they won the race, now
its more than plain, I see them losing place, see them cry in pain,
see them losing face, now they bow in shame, hate is such a waste,
no reason to be true, no reason to be so messed up, messed up over
you, shout about it shout it in the halls, write about it, write
it on the walls, fight about it, you gotta kick them in the balls,
make those bastards pay for everything and anything at all. I tried
to reason, I tried to work it out, couldn't play the part, never
had a doubt, always knew the reason, knew it to be true, all this
mess you left me in is coming back to you
Well-Oiled
Hell
Well I wuz werking fer the Man, shovelin the hot coal,
but werking fer the Man y'know it cut my throat. So I wuz waiting
outside the bars on this Saturday morning, fer a taste o' the wisky
and some r&r. then I saw her, could it be...? she wuz lookin
right at me and walkin reel slow she got the lips of the devil,
she got the eyes of a snake, she got the face of an angel and her
hair is gold she got a thrill that'll kill ya, she got the trixxx
that'll fool ya, she'll make ya break ya back and then y'all beg
for more, she's got the taste that I'm lookin fer, she's the only
one that I adore, she got the kinda lovin that'll leave ya sore...so
I got to be the king, didn't try to be anythin, I broke her and
she left me now it's pay to play, it was double edged and double
down, put my wisky face right on the ground gotta turn her arround,
she gotta look my way! hell yes I've been down, down at the bottom,
drownin in the bottle since she went away, baby we got time, we're
gonna work it out fine in the summer sun and cheap wine on a brand
new day
Lick
A clear blue day is coming on
The sun has set but the night has gone
The children won't come out to play
'Cause they here the moaning voices say...
Saw a picture in my mind You and me at the end of time
Held in my arms yer broken head I looked into your face
and said...
The sky was dark as the cold wind drew me to its chest
E
choing the
emptiness now as I lay to rest, I cannot see, my vision--of
a
horseman cloaked in white, his eyes of pain cannot restrain
the terror
of the night
Free
Byrd
We played this show and
you know that we liked it
You were all great
even when you were fighting
This song is our take on Free Bird
But it's much better or so I've heard
Now it's time to go, we hope you liked the show
You said "This song sounds nothing like Skynrd"
They always finish their set with that winner
Threw beer cans and broke our drummer's nose
Threw us yer bras and yer pantyhose
Hope we got you hot, if not...