Thee Silver Mt. Zion Lyrics - 13 Blues For Thirteen Moons lyrics

13 Blues For Thirteen Moons lyrics (Lyrics)

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Blackout at the terror trials
Its the 6th year of their wars
Im pacing shotgun hallways while my fucking neighbour snores
But I swear I hear them cannon 6 miles out from shore
Theres ravens in the gun trees
Theres ravens in the gun trees
Theres ravens in the gun trees
Theres ravens in the gun trees
Singing « this one by proxy »
Singing « that one by gun »
Singing « this one in water »
Singing « that one in blood »

I live by the railroad
I dont get no sleep
Four corners resplendent
With indie rocks creeps
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
This bright boys getting old
This town is too damn cold
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radi o

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The ecnomics of our trembling selves
The palsied pit where bad hearts yell
Let it be done. Let it be soon...
13 blues for thirteen moons
Youre gold of heart
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And golden wings are lashed upon your troublings
This filthy moat
In which we swim
Is not our fate
These stubbornlimbs
These open hands
These wicked winds
The hearts of birds keep on thundering
Let it fall down. Man, let it be soon...
13 blues for thirteen moons

In gated chambers
They did meet
With cardboards stocking
Upon their feet
And tattled long
Their tattered road
And none did ease
No others load
The leaden lips
Of spittled gloom
Where leaders lunch
On meat and ruin
And depth and light
Have long been truant
While our nations shores
Go on bleeding into
The ocean...
Let it fall down. And let it be soon...
13 blues for t hirteen moons

The hangmans got a hard-on
The pretty minstrells sway
The pundit reeks of coffin
The banker rapes a maid
The hangmans got a hard-on
The pretty minstrells sway
The pundit reeks of coughin
The banker rapes a maid
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