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from Johnny Poolhall - Songs and Guitars. also appeared on TEST PRESS Volume 4, Number 8 cassette
lyrics
in the family standing on the altar
near the cauldron is the deadly father
handing down poor visions to the cynical sons
while Big Brother is on the run
they are sons of dogs
and they have come so far to see the Decorate
wrenched religions serving wretched homelands
indecisive learning concepts out of hand
i'm in the alley searching for a dollar
and I'm every mother's farthest son
we are sons of dogs
and we have come this far to see the Decorate
situations down among the front lines
reservations about doing prime time
revenge and anger for the deadly stranger
searching for that solace in that special place
we are sons of gods
and we have almost come to be the Decorate
we are sons of gods and we have almost come to be the Decorate
credits
released May 29, 2016
JM - music, lyrics, vocals, guitars, bass
Jefe - slide/lead guitars, production
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