Thee Silver Mt. Zion

Thee Silver Mt. Zion - 13 Blues For Thirteen Moons lyrics

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Blackout at the terror trials

It's the 6th year of their wars

I'm pacing shotgun hallways while my fucking neighbour snores

But I swear I hear them cannon 6 miles out from shore

There's ravens in the gun trees

There's ravens in the gun trees

There's ravens in the gun trees

There's ravens in the gun trees

Singing « this one by proxy »

Singing « that one by gun »

Singing « this one in water »

Singing « that one in blood »

I live by the railroad

I don't get no sleep

Four corners resplendent

With indie rocks creeps

I just want some action

I just want some action

I just want some action

I just want some action

I just want some action

I just want some action

This bright boy's getting old

This town is too damn cold

I just want some action

I just want some action

I just want some action

I just want some action

No heroes on my radio

No heroes on my radio

No heroes on my radio

No heroes on my radio

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The ec'nomics of our trembling selves

The palsied pit where bad hearts yell

Let it be done. Let it be soon...

13 blues for thirteen moons

You're gold of heart

And golden wings are lashed upon your troublings

This filthy moat

In which we swim

Is not our fate

These stubbornlimbs

These open hands

These wicked winds

The hearts of birds keep on thundering

Let it fall down. Man, let it be soon...

13 blues for thirteen moons

In gated chambers

They did meet

With cardboards stocking

Upon their feet

And tattled long

Their tattered road

And none did ease

No others load

The leaden lips

Of spittled gloom

Where leaders lunch

On meat and ruin

And depth and light

Have long been truant

While our nation's shores

Go on bleeding into

The ocean...

Let it fall down. And let it be soon...

13 blues for thirteen moons

The hangman's got a hard-on

The pretty minstrells sway

The pundit reeks of coffin

The banker rapes a maid

The hangman's got a hard-on

The pretty minstrells sway

The pundit reeks of coughin

The banker rapes a maid

We-will-not-sing-at-your-damn-pa-rade

We-will-not-sing-at-your-damn-pa-rade

We-will-not-sing-at-your-damn-pa-rade

We-will-not-sing-at-your-damn-pa-rade

We-will-not-sing...

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