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• Bible Belt - Dry The River

Well, he was the assistant preacher and the Sunday school teacher
In the church that I grew up in
She was looker from Atlanta, led the choir, played piano
Had a body that was made for sin
She didn't care that he was married, 'cause the torch that she carried
Was hotter than the fires of Hell
She had plans to seduce him, if she could, she could loosen
A notch in the Bible Belt
So, she called him up at home when she knew he'd be alone
Said, "Preacher I could use advice
I got troubles with a man that I know you'll understand
If you could help me it would sure be nice"
They met a few minutes after in the office of the pastor
And she started telling how she felt
What a chance they were takin' when they first started breakin'
The laws of the Bible Belt
There's a lot of good people who are led astray
That believe what the good book said
Well, I'll tell you somethin' brother when you're dealin' with the devil
It's tough to keep a level ahead
And it's hard to imagine how the flames of passion
Can burn you till your soul will melt
And it'll spread like a cancer but you're gonna have to answer
To the Lord and the Bible Belt
Someone said they went to Vegas, back home it didn't take us long
To hear the news of what they did
Nobody could believe that he left his wife to grieve
Alone with two pre-school kids
I don't know how they're doin' but I know that they're screwin' up
A good thing they once had
They better get their heads together or they're gonna slap leather
With the Lord and the Bible belt
There's a lot of good people who are led astray
That believe what the good book said
Well, I'll tell you somethin' brother when you're dealin' with the devil
It's tough to keep a level ahead
And it's hard to imagine how the flames of passion
Can burn you till your soul will melt
And it'll spread like a cancer but you're gonna have to answer
To the Lord and the Bible Belt
They better get their heads together or they're gonna slap leather

You won't remember anything you felt
When he cuts you all alive with his bible belt
You won't remember anything you felt
When he cuts you all to pieces with his bible belt
Well you'll see
There's no one that kissed me
When you fuck for a week
You kind of think he might like you

There are nights, so vacant and hushed, I can feel the texture of my tattered soul moving within me. Black tar, dripping, sticky and thick. A soft, slow secretion of indifference slopping through the hollow suit I use as a body.
They say these are the words of a damaged mind.
But not I.
To me, this is insurgency.
I used to dream of being inside the womb. Fetal universe, black holes and emptiness. Orbiting the massive planet of my mother's booming heart. Tiny yolk body, tethered like an astronaut, adrift in the tranquil spume of desolate bliss. Tiny fingers inching from chubby stems, reaching for that great thumping whoosh of blood and power that wobbles like a snarling god above me. My fibrous head, translucent as a bell jar, would search with great staring eyes deep into the godless dark for a light, for a sign, for anything other than indifference. But the universe would never oblige.
Look upon me: a daughter of a child and a monster.
Frozen without cold, feeling nothing, unsure, uninspired, veins full of air, soul fading into the umbra.
Who are they to say what is moral when they are broken?
Who are they to say anything about us?
All this, all this,
And I want to sledgehammer
And leave nothing but dust
To dust
To dust
To dust
Strangled by a Bible Belt
Strangled by a Bible Belt
Strangled by a Bible Belt
Strangled by a Bible Belt
Strangled by a Bible Belt

Welcome to the Wolf cave!
YelaWolf!
Me my man, Ben Hameen
She gave, Alabama Connect
Oh, you wanna know about the south?
Ok, play them the Dirty South
Welcome home then
Welcome to the cold hard truth: Bama
Dead Native Americans spirits swarm through the foothills
And whisper through the weeping willows.
It moves like a water rapid dancing through your meadows
Diming lights from thick fog and gravel paths
Footprints of a ghost in the wet grass
That lead into invisible prison cells past
The weird rust is symbolic of the blood bath
Just take a look
The younger generations are committing the worst crimes
They lost in a tangle of evident guidelines
Controlled by the unseen and claim one king
And worship a image despite lies and covered schemes
The halt puts a chill in the midnight breeze
Scavengers on the hunt get whatever is free
The breath of the devil throwing metal debris at lost sons
Caught in the wilderness of the south you better
Run for the ditch, there's locusts in the sky
Hide in the cellar, propellers are humming by
In the Bible Belt
In the Bible Belt
Freight trains shaking the walls and taking lives,
Stain glass breaking, the steeple's on fire
In the Bible Belt
In the Bible Belt
Welcome to my land, my home: Bama
Where the clouds turn green,
Where The Clan marches up and down the small town streets
Where cops look for excitement
Where the oak tree split and burn form the blue lightning
Where the plantation still stands as an undying reminder
Where the Rebel flag waves as an undying reminder
Some try to find there way out
It ain't easy
The economy's bad and most searching for a freebie
In fact, hustlers of every color stay lookin' for the cracks, and loopholes,
They stoop low and do jacks
With new clothes and shoes.
Hoes, they turn tricks
And follow each-other cause momma just don't give a shit
See black lights and incense they feel roused
Cause no church can soul search like mushrooms,
So young minds, they do lines to feel numb.
Like a thick black cloud of smoke is drifting over the evergreens
The air we breathe ain't safe no more momma.
They polluted the whole city mamma.
The whole city is
Filled with thoughts, education, and short dreams.
The youth dying to live be all it seems
To be all that we have momma,
But I ain't throwin' up my hands momma.
No I an't throwin' up my hands
To many grand schemes I must speak
To get free in my mind.
If I can free my body
Then I write my song alone in the seas,
And put a message in the bottle
For the broken seas to reach everybody.
I know it's impossible,
But I hope these words convey to hit one soul
To eternally echo through my home and known

'Lo and behold your mother is drinking again
This might be the coldest winter since records began
You were alone and steady with wintry calm
Leading the children softly across the fold
In the morning you march your sisters like soldiers to school
'Cause lo and behold your father has drunk quite a few
You were alone and steady with wintry calm
Somewhere inside the fire of your youth went dark
But you swear blind there is no weight in the water pail
There's no guiding light arcing a line to Bethlehem
And you say 'my love, you take the cards that you're dealt'
And when it's dark outside, you light the fire yourself
Darling when the ice caps melt
When the devils in the bible belt
Don't you cower in your bed
I'll be at the five-four-five
You can meet me at the railway line
Don't look so staid
'Cause we've been through worse than this before we could talk
And the trick of it is, don't be afraid anymore