Three Pounds of Lyriks

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…