Justin Etre - The Pipeline (Demo)

Mescaline and stone cold vendors
Vilified from viscous men
Crouching on their worn down heels
That the servants touch but do not heal
Not missing much but taking tender
Melded to the long john fender
There they lie, they must've been down
They must've been lesser than
The big ol' man and his money lenders
With the blemish on the wild we won
West we went with the big brass guns
And the west was won and the west was won
By stealing bones and hanging sons
And the best there lie in living tongues as they steal our water and kill our sons

Written by:
Justin Etre

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