Six Legged Spider Society - Lift with your Legs

Hear the crow hear the crow
In the valley below
Does he sharpen his beak
On the secrets you sow
That you sow
So shall you reap
Do you cry do you cry
Under a cellophane sky
Does the good good God
Claim your soul when you die
When you die
So shall you weep
Dig the earth dig the earth
Haul the dirt with all you're worth
With your shovel in hand
You'll never see the promised land
Unless you lift with your legs
And put your back into it man
Above the big black sun
Your day has come
Feel the spike feel the spike
Of the Devils red pike
Do you shiver and squirm
Or squeal in delight
Or with fright
At the terrible sight
Feel it crack feel it crack
On the arch of your back
Find peace in the sting
Or lay your head on the tracks
And relax
Life thunders past
Put your back into man
With your shovel in hand
Put your back into man
You'll never see the promised land
Oh no
No no no
Above a big black sun
Your day has come
Do you worship the sinner
Do you worship the Son
The first frost of winter
Is when the slaughtermen come
Do you worship the living
Do you worship the gold
The serpent is hissing
The lie that's been told
Do you worship the leather
Do you worship the lace
The thorn or the petal
The sweet bitter taste
Above the big black sun
Your time has come
Hear the crow, hear the crow
In the valley bellow
He's calling your name

Written by:
Dylan Hemsworth

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