Walk backwards and say goodbye to what is right.
Understanding what makes this, what makes it,
What makes us right.
God save this gunslinging generation.
"Tell God I will return in the morning."
This Christ you preach I know, but who are you?
Your hands are tied to blind men, whose hands are tied to blind men.
Figure Eights.
"This pistol is my ministry"

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The Company, The Comfort, The Grave Lyrics

The Chariot – The Company, The Comfort, The Grave Lyrics