Lyric Black Fathom 4

(Steve Walsh / David Ragsdale)
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Well it looks like it might rain but rain ain t what we need
Sunshine and a war machine I m gettin ready for another stampede
Grease the gears with blood paint it black as night
Ride through the city like a Trojan horse
Convinced what you re doin s all right

Hold on till the river goes down the river goes to the sea
Hold on the rive s comin down on me
The killin field has come to main street
Scatter guns in the liquor store
Rifled sinkhole graves in concrete it s out of hand
At black fathom 4

Fallen leaves turn grey faces cold and worn
Memories of a better time swept away like a firestorm
Who can get it straight who can think it through
When every time the telephone rings
You think it s someone comin after you

Your mamma s shootin Gallery wages
Your daddy don t give a damn no more
Keep these animals breakin cages violent times
At black fathom 4

Walk into my world where brave can get you dead
You get together and a fight breaks out
Someone didn t understand what you said
Walk into my world anger s in my soul
Quick money give me double trouble
Friends are doing hard times in the hole

Children crying sniper thunder case the alleys and the corridors
Don t look back it ain t no wonder it s open season
At black fathom 4