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House of Freaks
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White Folk's Blood
Lyricist:Bryan Taber Harvey, John Dudley Hott
What mysteries flow Through these white folk's blood What secrets do they hide within? What sickbed words pass across their lips And what passions lie beneath their skin?
And their lives played out like children's games Under the summer sun With a knife and a gun A festered wound never heals
On the back porch In the pawn shops
Dusting off their father's guns Words like worms crawl through their brains Sermons fly from the preachers mouth But the auction block still remains
Gagged and tied to a tree trunk After with a fox like chase With dogs and chains
In a field of white, in the broad daylight The earth is black, black with blood They were friends and they were brothers Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Life goes on Across the railroad tracks A flood of tears has come and gone
Autumn comes White folks settle down And the preacher's quoting Luke and John
And it's peace and plenty in the country And the way we are, we are, we will remain The world keeps spinning round and around and around Just keeps spinning round and around and around Everything's still the same
Life goes on like before On the street, on the porches In our homes, in our towns What we see all around us
Life goes on like before While we sit in the doorway All around, all our lives All we do, no surprises
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