cex
Chapel Hill
The clanking of rifles on shoulder bonesheard over the crash of collapsing homesAnd at the board John Byrd strokes his beard,ensuring armageddon is equalized.Last sound man on Earth: Good John ByrdYoung boys dressed in black put tools in their belts, push back their hatsand practice their best North Cackalacka drawl,as daddy reinforces the basement doorThe sons ignore his blatant fear,imagining their hero with the VU meterAnd the crackling flesh was crystal clearit was hell on the Earth, but sweet on the earsLast sound man on Earth: Good John Byrd
Aus Songtexte Mania