lyrics file for satanic messiah

satanic messiah

I saw the posters popping up around the city pale blue and washed out red I went down to the arena pushing through hoping I'd run into you sweet freshly scrubbed smell of the crowd all the excitement in their eyes we were all made young when he stepped onto the stage like an animal escaping from his cage raise the trumpet sound the drum he whom the prophet spoke of long ago has come all of us too dazed to leave when it was over dawdled by the vendors for a minute gathered underneath a summer sky I was hoping you'd pass by but thought I didn't see you that day or the next I'm pretty sure that you were there making your way among the young and happy hoard headed down to your reward raise the trumpet sound the drum he whom the prophet spoke of long ago has come thanks to missy mazzaferro for transcribing this

wizard buys a hat

shuffled up 6th street in the rain kept my head down as I looked past the people and in the dept store I found what I was looking for this is the church. this is the crucible. they come out to Broadway and they look for me I'm on the red steps smoking a cigarette easy to recognize black bandages on my eyes this is the church. these are the congregants. sun sets on the broad square and lights come up feel like this town's gonna put a quick end to me but if I came here to drown I'm gonna take a few people down. this is the church occupied by the enemy. thanks to missy mazzaferro for transcribing this

sarcofago live

we were hungry. there was no food. we were restless. there were too many things to do so we gathered in a concrete room, eyes up at you. and in a small room in brazil we were waiting and in a small room in brazil we were waiting we were howling like dogs. we were feeling the full brunt of the age. guys from our neighborhood looking down at us all of you all of you rage, rage, rage and in a small room in brazil we were waiting and in a small room in brazil we were waiting thanks to missy mazzaferro for transcribing this

gojam province 1968

running like a band of angry schoolboys up and down the well lit streets today bashing in the heads of tax collectors and anybody else who's in our way bathing in the sunlight that's our birthright waiting for someone to set the scene last time he came to town a few stray coins came raining down we scrambled in the dirt for them like ants around the queen we take aim for the dawning day and we shoot starving to death starving to death for the low hanging fruit then all at once here comes the motorcade slow and steady down the beaten track and as we're bashing out the windows of the limo we notice there's nobody in the back and the helicopter lands atop the palace the royal guard assembles at the gate the country's gonna burn and we'll still have to wait our turn last among contenders of the super-featherweights we take aim at the dawning day and we shoot starving to death starving to death for the low hanging fruit thanks to missy mazzaferro for transcribing this

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