Black Mountain

> I was seventeen,
In nineteen thirty-three.
Splitting out of my seams,
Can't you see what I've seen?
I'll be one one four,
By the third world war.
Faulty times.
Faulty times.
Let's smoke some kill,
And get outta this place.
Lived a life of crime,
Since about grade nine.
So whose side you on?
Whose side you on?
But ain't it a loss,
A dental floss?
Faulty times.
Faulty times.
Let's smoke some kill,
And get outta this place.
'Cause nobody likes your,
Fucked up plans,
Of shooting up some foreign land,
That's spread it's weight,
In spite of all your laws.
That's spread it's weight,
In spite of all your laws.
I was seventeen,
In nineteen thirty-three.
Splitting out of my seams,
Can't you see what I've seen?
I'll be one one four,
By the third world war.
Faulty times.
Faulty times.
Let's smoke some kill,
And get outta this place.
'Cause nobody likes your,
Fucked up plans,
Of shooting up some foreign land,
That's spread it's weight,
In spite of all your laws.
That's spread it's weight,
In spite of all your laws.

> Hello Mr. Holy Hands
Blood in the sky
Said, are you freedom man
Oh, are you freedom man
Oh, we're young and fast
Lighting up the sky
Lighting up the sky
Sweet, sweet druganaut
Oh, rocket, rocket launch
Hello Mr. Holy Hands
Blood in the sky
Said, are you freedom man
Oh, are you freedom man
Oh, we're young and fast
Lighting up the sky
Lighting up the sky

> O, muse,
I'm embarassed,
Of what happened.
Let's light up your down,
And get things happening.
We can't get no satisfaction,
We can't get no satisfaction.
Hurry, hurry, hurry,
Miss contractions.
Let's light up your down,
And get things happening.
We can't get no satisfaction.
'Cause everybody likes to,
Claim things.
And everybody likes to,
Shame things.
And everybody likes to,
Clang bells around.
O, muse,
I'm embarassed,
Of what happened.
Let's light up your down,
And get things happening.
We can't get no satisfaction,
We can't get no satisfaction.
'Cause everybody likes to,
Claim things.
And everybody likes to,
Shame things.
Hang around,
They like to clang around.
'Cause everybody likes to
Claim things.
And everybody likes to,
Shame things.
And everybody likes to,
Clang bells around.

> Whoaaah
The witch is on your trail, my lord
Stormy stormy high
You've been dying to be set free
Oh curse those honeyed hands
Whoaaah
It wasn't the doctors that finished the pills
He wants the ones that don't crack
But they're dangerous like barbed wire ties
Oh stormy stormy minds
Well, oh, it wasn't us, though, that torched to flames
The fried daughters of oh, no oh
Well you've been up since the last ?
You've been up for so long
Ohhhhh
Stormy stormy high

Come on, lay your halo down
Well, angels, lay your arms around
Oh every city's seen the setting sun
Call 'em kicks, you know they just begun
So come on, lay your halo down

Oh, lady lady, don't let your worry please
Well you got something
and that ain't nothing to just let be
So why you kicking all those storms around?
And keeping fake down in the underground?
Oh come on, lay your halo down



So why you kicking all the rollies round?
And keeping fake down in the underground?
We won't call curtain
still we know that you have found...

Come on, lay your halo down
Angels, lay your arms around
Oh every city's seen the setting sun
Call em kicks, you know they've just begun
Come on, lay your halo down

> Tyrant, you'll be damned by your power
and the blood you've split
You will die by the sword
The violence
We Suffer
Why you live for?
The walls of creation have been destroyed
You may raise your rifle to the sun
but you have not won
No, you have not won
Bastard, you won't be forgiven
and no, we won't lay down
Tyrant, you're the plague of existence
Tyrant, you're the king of the damned
The battles of this fashioned war
Ain't what we've been fighting for
Tyrant, you know your time has come
As soldiers emptied
Their rounds into your side
Tyrant, you know your time has come
As soldiers marched on
your empty skin

> And there comes a time
when you when you aughta know
well it's stormy outside
so quit, so quit all that runnin'
were birds on the street
oh the sweat in your pores
oh stay free
money, the sundown
stiff on their knees
oh beautiful ponyies
so beautiful
they'll kill us all.
lets hide ourselfs together
down under the stairs
don't you leave
oh hey what did they say,
to get you so lonesome today?
oh hey restless brown eyes,
don't you sound.
and there comes a time
when you, when you aughta know
oh there comes a time
so quit, so quit all that runnin'
were fire in the sky
oh the death at your door
oh stay free

> Night walks with me
And moon leaves me
Just enough light to see
And the shadow
My only company
And it moves
Just like me
And it walks
Just like me

Help me breathe
I can only read
What I see
Be kind to me
Cause the worst call now carefully
And they break up easily
And I woke up
In between

Night walks with me
And the moon leaves me
Just enough light to see
And the shadow
My only company
And it moves
Just like me
And it walks
Just like me

> A-one, two, three
Another pop explosion
A-one, two, three
Another hit recording
A-four, five six,
Seven eight, nine ten
Four, five six,
Seven eight, nine ten
A horse was maimed
Running Wild on freeway
A man was killed standing still in his doorway
That song was playing
We all said 'no way!'
That song was playing
We all said 'no way!'
A-one, two, three
Another pop explosion
A-one, two, three
Another hit recording
A-four, five six,
Seven eight, nine ten
Four, five six,
Seven eight, nine ten
A horse was maimed
Running Wild on freeway
A man was killed standing still in his doorway
That song was playing
We all said 'no way!'
That song was playing
We all said 'no way!'
Oh we can't stand
All (of) your modern music
Oh we feel afflicted.

> No hits,
In the modern age.
No hits,
No hits,
On the frequencies.
No hits,
No hits,
Halt the dancing crowds.
Terror,
Terror,
Making it in the shade.
Terror,
Terror,
Won't you fall for me?
Terror,
Terror,
Have you been faking the sounds?
No hits,
In the modern age.
No hits,
On the TV screens.
Lemme holler,
Lemme holler,
Lemme holler,
Against the pop star dream.
No hits,
In the modern age.
No hits,
No hits,
On the frequencies.
No hits,
No hits,
Halt the dancing crowds.
Terror,
Terror,
Making it in the shade.
Terror,
Terror,
Won't you fall for me?
Terror,
Terror,
Have you been faking the sounds?
No hits,
In the modern age.
No hits,
On the TV screens.
Lemme holler,
Lemme holler,
Lemme holler,
Against the pop star dream.
No hits.

> there are killers
in this town
killer, killers
with all their killer plans
a war is on the horizon
won't you let us be
the war machine keeps on rolling
evil minds and hearts of stone
have you done more
than you can swallow?
lord, won't you set us free?
there are killers
in this town
killer, killers
with all their killer plans
a war is on the horizon
lord, won't you let us be
and set us free
and overthrow your war machine
and let us be
and set us free
and set us free
and let us be