Armand Hammer and The Alchemist - God's Feet

Blow that horn fast
We been read' to go
When that horn blast
The dead is comin' home

Blow that horn fast
We been read' to go
When that horn blast
The dead is coming home

Blow that horn fast
We been read' to go
When that horn blast
The dead is coming home

Blow that horn fast
We been read' to go
When that horn blast
The dead is coming home

You haven't enough air in your lungs
When it's time, you'll know
You won't have to think
You'll just do
In the blink of an eye
The faithful go where they are made whole
So the story goes

If the dead coming home
Prepare a table
Make em a pallet
Leave your freshest linnens
Finest spirits getting lifted singing murder ballads
Looking for a body

The dead is comin' home

Written by:
Chaz Hall, F. Porter, Daniel Maman

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