Grave Slave - Dead Cross

Grave slave, farmer of lost souls

Broken down thin, into the soil

The disease of civilization

Spit it out, shit it out…

Pistolero

Pistolero

Pistolero

(no funeral, no roses)

Pistolero

Pistolero

Pistolero

You walk like you know this city

Every street, every back-alley

Hood over my head, in a suicide smock

Well-can I walk the walk?

Pistolero…

Like a fuckin' drunk piano

At the border

LAW AND ORDER

Victory has mil padres

The loser is an orphan!

Electoral eats the puppet states

Chew the vote, win the race

Electoral eats the puppet states

We ain’t a part of this disgrace…

(u fuckin' broken man)

White claws on the fuckin' pigs

Make 'em squeal, make 'em sing

White claws on the fuckin' pigs

Blow out the candles on the urinal cake!

You got a mustache made of shit, gimme a kiss

I’m just a moron chasing pigeons in the park

But I will leave my mark

MUAH