Deep down in Louisiana Way down by the ' cane Lived a Mambo, name of Queenie She sure deal out some pain Like the deep ole' Atchafalaya Her soul was dark as mud Suck your life out just like quicksand Leave you choking on your blood You better pray boy, pray Because you're prey boy, prey You better pray boy, pray Gotta get down on your knees Old Sonnier got a shotgun Mad as he could be Gon' to shoot young Queenie The girl would not let him be No chance to pull the trigger She had him on his knees Too late to beg for mercy Time for him to bleed |
A thief on the left and one on the right Up on the hill about twilight One lived forever, the other died While a thorny head hung to one side Two got to heaven from The Killing Ground When the Lord gets ready, the whip comes down Two men accused of breaking the law Up on the side of Golgotha One man accused of being a king That s the saddest song I ll ever sing Two got to heaven from The Killing Ground When the Lord gets ready the whip comes down |
Five thousand years, that's a lotta tears and your world's still crumblin' down So full of hate, you've sealed your fate and your world's still crumblin' down So many scars after all the wars and wars and wars and your world's still crumblin' down Your battle cry echoes as you die and your world's still crumblin' down The rockets fly across the sky and your world's still crumblin' down You take and take, for heaven's sake and your world's still crumblin' down You only feel the pain you deal and deal and deal and your world's still crumblin' down Peace can't be known, that dove has flown and your world's still crumblin' down |
Backslider, Backslider, headin' for hell Caught in a landslide, pure' caine trail Paleface, no trace, hidin' from the man Starin' at the mirror with a gun in your hand Backslider, Backslider, lost in pain Can't slay the dragon when he's runnin' through your veins Noddin' out, no doubt, hidin' from the man Starin' at the mirror with a gun in your hand Backslider, Backslider, sinkin' on down Like a rooster in a rainstorm, you gon' drown Juice head, 'bout dead, hiding from the man |
Did you ever wish that someone would come and save you? Did you ever wish that someone would come through for you? I've been waiting to receive my emancipation, but... Intruders just keep coming Round and round, here we go again, oh no Down, down, down, here I go again, oh no I'll take a knife, I'll take a blade I'll take a line of anything that you've got Intruders just keep coming and the fear of the death keeps rushing in |
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Got 99 to life Stabbed a man with a butcher knife Ain't no way out in sight All this sufferin' serve me right Mornin' grub, gon' need me some
So tired I'm stumblin' drunk
Got 99 to life
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Prey / Allelujah / 5000 Years / The Killing Ground |
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| 'subHuman' arranged & produced by Alan Wilder Additional production and sound design by Paul Kendall Production assistance and co-ordination: Hepzibah Sessa Recorded @ The Thin Line, Sussex & Texas Treefort Studios, Austin Vocalists : Joe Richardson & Carla Trevaskis Guitars & Harmonica : Joe Richardson Drums : Richard Lamm Bass : John Wolfe Violin/Viola : Hepzibah Sessa Album co-ordination : MJ & Robert Schilling Stereo Mastering : Simon Heyworth @ Super Audio Mastering Art Direction & Design : Jesse Holborn @ Design Holborn Photography & E-Type car prop : Sheyi Antony Bankale Original bomb images : copyright by Alfred Gescheidt/Getty Images Art Production : Paul A. Taylor Thanks to Hepzibah (long-suffering), PK, Joe, Carla, Richard & John, Daniel Miller, Robert Schilling, MJ, Paul A. Tayler, Anne Carruthers & all @Mute, Jack & Susie Rock, Jim Volentine, Ian Duncan, Kevin Paul, Simon & Nicky Heyworth, Bastiaan Kuijt, Mike Marsh, Roland Brown, Jesse Holborn, Michael Lavey, Daryl Bamonte, P Dub, Buddy Forsythe, Andy Rana, Adam Pope, FX Rentals, Paris & Stanley Wilder |
