Walk Tall II

Dead man coming
I'm a motherfucking freight train
Hellraiser, runaway
Body snatching, bangarang

Fuck the world
But all the while the world was fucking me
Thought I was walking tall
But I was only walking sideways

Time would turn sour
What once was sweet
Hour after hour
All my virtues abandoned me

All the sex
Drugs
Rock and roll
Broke my spirit and it stole my soul
I was a hell bound hellhound caught in a trap
You see the devil stole my rock n roll
And now I gotta take it back

Sex! Drugs! Rock n roll!
Broke my spirit! Stole my soul!
I was a hell bound hellhound caught in a trap
You see the devil stole my rock 'n roll and punk rock took it back

I hate these people fuck em all
Just let the fucking hammer fall
Every cog in the machine
All facets of anatomy
And every link to which would cling
Some stupid bitch who would proclaim
Our lawlessness is not our shame but the anthem of our day

See man is but a cultured strain of insincerity and pain
Shackled to an anchored chain in the ocean of our shit and shame
With every reason to abstain from understanding we're to blame
This self-indulgent masquerade will one day fade away

If complacency was crowned our king in the place of burning zeal
Why is it then the flame within our hearts refused to yield?
And could it be collectively the we we were before still
Lives within the flame that's dimmed on account of something more

And if that something were to call would we still recognize at all
The voice inside or would our pride distort the author's story?
Abandon hope who enter here
No eyes to see, nor ears to hear
A chasing after all the winds of
Fortune, fame and glory

Why do I give a shit where people stand?
I know I should just let it go but I
Can't
Stomach these pretenders
Ear benders
Bending the truth till it suits you better
You want it all?
Just remember, bitch will give you anything
If it's your soul you sell her

All work, no play
Makes Jack want to blow it all away
All work no fun
Till Jack makes Jill eat a bullet from a gun

Seldom will sorry dissemble the soul
Can a questioning self continue to grow?
Spirit is to man as marrow is to bone
To hollow the one is to cripple to whole

A time to love
A time to hate
A time to build
A time to break
A time to weep
A time to laugh
A time to mourn
A time to dance
A time for war
A time for peace
A time for silence
A time to speak
A time to hurt
A time to heal
A time to save
A time to kill

Now pick yourself off of the floor and fulfill what I built you for
Dammit you're malfunctioning you weren't created to destroy
I called you out from all the world to lead the son of man
Now take my hand and make your stand against the evil one
And burn the motherfucker down

Devil-woman in the black jacket do you remember me?
When we were prisoners in empathy and I caught
You dancing in a whirlwind of rhythm and energy
Shaking your ass to the melody left inside your heart
Pushing me forward, pulling me back
And we were begging for a second start
We were too young having fun we couldn't count the cost

You don't want to make an enemy out of me
'Cause I'm a mean motherfucker when I want to be
You don't want to make an enemy out of me
We were young having fun we couldn't count the cost

Oh, baby, but it cost us everything we had

I've got no time for another lover baby
Lady misery has really got a hold on me
I've got no time for another lover baby
And three's company so baby pack your shit and leave

How can a fighter find his purpose in his peace time?
How can a poet preach without the reason in his rhyme?
Can we truly be content to be between the lines?
Or does destiny define us when we choose our side?

How can a fighter find his purpose in his peace time?
How can a poet preach without the reason in his rhyme?
Can we truly be content to be between the lines?
Or does destiny define us when we choose our side?

Through fear and death

Hurt. Drink. Sing. Sleep. Pray. Preach. Repent. Repeat