1. |
Golden Gloves
04:08
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The hounds, they barked, way off in the distance
That Summer breeze kept coming on strong
The drifters, full of rum and guts, came from the North
They made their presence known
The local priest
Was dearly loved in town
He found the lord at 17
A burley fella from the North spoke God's name in vain
Within earshot of the priest next to the bar
A smile appeared on the man of God as he walked the drifters way
He placed a hand upon his back
The local priest
Was dearly loved in town
Respected by one and all
Surely he was Heaven bound
But tonight the fire takes hold
Rage pulses through his bones
He failed the lord at 70
The drifters mate took offence
And gave the priest a violent shove
A right hook dropped him right where he stood
The priest was once a golden glove
Ah you'd never seen a man who fought so hard in your life
Every blow he threw would shake your soul
He just kept and kept on coming like a rabid dog
And their teeth just all fell to the floor
They fell to the floor
He's coming down so hard
From up so high
A deafening white noise
From when his black heart died
He traded his grace for
Only pain and lies
Now his shattered old mouth wars
With a broken smile
He's coming down so hard
From up so high
And his broken old mouth wars
With the reason why
I keep falling
You keep falling
We keep falling
We just keep falling
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2. |
Just Cause
05:31
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Somebody hand me the poison.
It's time for someone to go.
I know that you said that you loved me.
But how was I supposed to know.
Please don't take this the wrong way.
I'll grit my teeth and smile.
These scabs are all healing now.
I guess it has been quite a while.
The bodies are burning baby.
We're left in your wake.
I learnt my lesson the last time.
I'm not making the same mistake.
I'm replacing good ol' loving.
With a Bundy and a pack of darts.
Cause they're my only addictions.
That ain't tried to kick my arse.
There was a time not too long ago.
That I thought it was the end.
I'd done it all but taken pills.
And I'd burdened all my friends.
Now I'm not saying I'm remotely saved.
Or that I won't fall again.
But even through those God damn days.
My black heart is back on the mend.
The bodies are burning baby.
We're left in your wake.
I learnt my lesson the last time.
I'm not making the same mistake.
I'm replacing good ol' loving.
With a tinnie and a bag of grass.
Cause they're my only addictions.
That ain't tried to kick my arse.
With a bottle of bourbon and a bandanna over my eyes.
I make peace with Jesus and the Devil at the same time.
It's time to fire up this beast and never ever look back.
This time I'm gonna make a stand, this time I'm setting my own tracks.
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3. |
Speak of the Devil
03:54
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Well I've been dancing with this Devil all damn day.
And God knows this thing can dance.
I'm sure by now he's got inside my head.
Cause the cheeky prick knows my moves in advance.
And let me tell you he can hold his drink.
I've drunk so much I can hardly stand.
But let me tell you all this one thing.
He can't take this mic from my hand.
If you want it, come take it.
Cause I'm keen for a punt.
If you want it, come take it.
Cause I bet you can't.
Well I've had a bet or two with the Reaper.
And let's just say he owes me a favour.
Cause me and him have been in trouble before.
And there's just no way he's gonna take me through that fucking door.
If you want it, come take it.
Cause I'm keen for a punt.
If you want it, come take it.
Cause I bet you can't.
These boots are dusty.
But they know their way home.
No fire in Hell will save his throne.
It's mine remember.
You don't get a slice.
I'll choose the venom and it'll kill you twice.
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4. |
More Rope
06:27
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No prisoners reside here.
A place where our denial can shed tears.
Set it all on fire and blow it away.
The memory left to die here.
Pieces, we fell to pieces for the last time.
Another noose to leap through.
Another truth to lie to.
This is us forever now.
A mistake I promise I'll make again.
We stay apart together now.
And the noose gets tighter at the bitter end.
What you got I want it all.
I throw it all on the line.
It ain't enough if you give me all of you.
So don't leave my side tonight.
If you want I can take you home.
The only highway is mine.
We can drive forever holding out on the chance that the morning sun.
Will never rise.
So shut your eyes.
Let tonight take you.
Give me more rope to hang through.
Like I need to.
This is us forever now.
We stay apart together now.
What you got I want it all.
I throw it all on the line.
It ain't enough if you give me all of you.
So don't leave my side tonight.
If you want I can take you home.
The only highway is mine.
We can drive forever holding out on the chance that the morning sun.
Will never rise.
So shut your eyes.
Let tonight take you.
To the other side.
Of our horizon right where I'll leave you.
No prisoners reside here.
A place where our denial can shed tears.
Set it all on fire and blow it away.
The memory left to die here.
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5. |
Dead Set
04:56
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How longs it gonna fucking take for you to get it over the net, mate?
How about you start serving it up?
If I've done wrong by you I stand by what I've done
Forgive me or cut me loose
I've drawn my line in sand, I've given you my terms
The secrets out, the whole world knows
Our trojan horse
Has passed the city gates
We'll take you all while you sleep
Not one of you escapes
You're beneath me and that's where you'll stay
Silence, I've got nothing left
Through gritted teeth I bare this
Call back your dogs
The traps are set and snapping back
This is my offering
You are my sacrifice
I watch you leaving
Another dog gone stray
Silence, as I steal your breath
I hit my stride right past you
While you drown in sweat
Jog the fuck on mate
My heart my chest
This is my offering
You are my sacrifice
How longs it gonna fucking take for you to get over this bridge, mate?
How bout you stop lighting it up?
But when it rains, it poor's
It puts out the flames
It leaves me with no regrets
The game is over
Dead Set!
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6. |
Palm Readings with Sin
04:47
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In the shadow of the Harbour Bridge.
There lived a shell of a man.
Folks say he'd been to Hell and back.
And he'd never been the same again.
He had a look of desperation.
But a confidence stance.
And if you needed something taken care of.
Folks say he's your man.
Now no one knew the name he was born with.
But most whispered Sin.
And you could find him most nights of the week.
Pooring whisky right down his grin.
He ain't a man to be messed with.
If you know what I mean.
Cause back in 72' he made a mans heart stop.
Just outta New Orleans.
Open your hands.
The answers to you questions.
Are hidden within.
They're etched across your skin.
Palm readings with Sin.
One day a man came a knockin'
Trying to find the truth.
Sin could see by the look in his eye.
He wasn't doing so good.
Now Sin had seen the mans face before.
By the bed of his lay.
He wasn't there for a reading.
Sin had a price to pay.
Sin placed the mans hands in his.
And saw the mans intent.
Right then he knew just what he was there for.
But Sin was one step ahead.
Before the man could exact his revenge.
Sin found his trigger first.
And with the squeeze of his finger.
He ended the mans world of hurt.
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Hammers Gold Coast, Australia
Taking influences from a diverse range of styles; Stoner Rock, Metal, Blues, and blended with the anecdotal lyrical style of country then spat in your face with the attitude of punk, HAMMERS aren’t reinventing the wheel, they’re just keeping it rockin’ and rollin’. ... more
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