Beaten Back To Pure

Hell Goes Thru Hanging Dog

Beaten Back To Pure


Road winds through veins like legs 
Godspeed to find the dregs 
Full speed and hammer down 
Ain't no bodies ever found 

Be careful what you wish 
You don't want none of this 
At the deep south end of town 
You're hanging dog bound 

I see the tracks and the other side 
I know that's where I should have died 
On Big Yank's famous deathride 
Eyeslammed once again 

Nothing shines where sunshine shuns 
Which came first, crazy or mountain? 
Distant cry of someone's young 
Hell is where you're home.. 

Hell is our home... 

Blood flows from veins like wine 
God fearing and just in time 
They are waiting for you in Telheo Plains 
Join 'em, you'll never be seen again 
Trees keep blowing, never miss a beat 
They aren't missing you and you aren't missing me