“So Let Your Bullets Fly Like Rain”
Evil man make me kill you
Evil man make you kill me
Evil man make me kill you
Even though we’re only families apart
Well I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer
You know what I mean?
Hey, and your bullets keep knocking me down
Hey, I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer now
Yeah, but you still blast me down, to the ground
We were blessed as though in heaven
We were messengers of joy
There were angels all around us
There was none who dared destroy
Victims of the fury
Shadows in the dark
Victims of the fury
Arrows found their mark
Then the world collapsed around us
And the tables overturned
We were lambs before the slaughter
We were driven out and burned.
Awakenings 
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Gonna Be More Suspicious
Feeling low down and dirty
Just like a dog without a bone
Oh what happened to my lady
Better get her tail back home
Gonna be suspicious, more suspicious from now on
Too much howling at Big Yeller
Too much growling at the door
Too much running round in circles
Won’t be kicked around no more
Feeling low down and dirty
Getting me mad as hell
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