- Ballad For My Old Man
My father was a bitter man, he worked til he was dead
For twenty years he toiled but my family was fed
My mother cried for one full day, but when that day was done
The factory called her up and asked for me, her one and only son
The factory life is all I have, an all inclusive club
When my full day of work is done, I head down to the pub
A ballad for the working man, the proletariat
- Give the Bastards Hell
Rise and fall in the face of animosity
A carbon copy conflict to call your own
Where will you run when the sinners come for you
With their bylaws and bibles and anemic world views
We’ve got to make them see this world won’t meet their needs
Waiting wide eyed and docile with hungry mouths to feed
- Kids on the Street
Set me down on these leaves of brown where my feet feel safe at last
I’ve been gone so long, where the time has gone, my memory’s fading fast
My house has burned where it stood laid bare, left is rubble now to me
A broken swing lies fallen now, ‘neath this damn old pin oak tree
And the children are roaming the street
Running wild in the mid summer’s heat
They’re out there somewhere chasing stars while they nod off to sleep
- Liquor Store
“You bastard, you son of a bitch, I wish you were dead.”
Were the words that my dear mother called as I crawled out of bed,
I don’t know what happened last night, but there’s puke on the floor and a gash in my head,
But today is gonna be a good day.
- Lullaby For The Working Man
His best friend from childhood fell dead by his side
His last words, though I die, fight on
His enemies’ blood mingled thick with his tears
His lips formed the words of a song…….
The band has been outdone, by the choir
They lifted their voices on high
The priest has been shot down, because he’s a liar
- The Old Road Down
Ninety miles an hour, down this interstate
Driving on my last twenty dollars of gas
Got everything I own inside this Chevrolet
Going nowhere and that needle’s dropping fast
That woman broke my heart in St. Louis
Shot ‘em both and drove into the west after the sun
I’m chasing down my soul on my way to hell
- Through the Flames
A memory it fades as the time flickers past
A lifetime of pain and death outlasting
As the blossoms they fall on a stiff northern wind
My eyes trace the path to take refuge within
And life leaves me in darkness
A sin left me here in utter shame
As my memory holds thoughts of former gladness
- Whiskey And Gin
You take and outta luck kid with the weight of the world crashin down on the backs of his shoulders
And a white trash girl with no high school degree getting married in the local bar
Neither one had a plan or a helping hand no one there to guide their way
On the road won’t look back on this dead end town their gonna burn that bridge today