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Pariah

from Pariah EP by mselasco

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Through the cracks in a boarded up window shines a hot sun. There is a round in the chamber of your pump action shotgun. Shut you mouth, son, it ain't no time to speak. Fighting makes you hungry, but prayer makes you weak. Wait 'til sunset and head down to the creek. There's fallen angels on the run.

Under the cover of the night you can sneak past this ghost town. Hike the cold hard mile along the tracks, headed westbound. Don't shut your eyes, son, it ain't no time to sleep. The path ahead is rugged, the mountain's cruel and steep. It's rocks will cut you open, jagged, sharp, and deep. There ain't no Lord to help you now.

Way out past the rattlesnake canyon lives a blind man. He rolls a smoke and pours a strong, thick moonshine from a gas can. Drink up now, child, you're a long ways from home. Company's a luxury, you're bound to be alone. The highway's far too dusty for a lonesome soul to roam. Poor folk were driven from this land.

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from Pariah EP, released December 16, 2011

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