Johnny Red & the Prayerhouse People - Whimpers and Bangs

The call is sounding to get in line
The hearts are pounding as the black bells chime
Seven trumpets split the air in a cry
All entombed in a raven sky

All the walls gonna tumble down
All evil's gonna rot and drown
Bring your fiddles, bring your broken guns
Let's tear it all apart
Bring your whimpers and loud little bangs
And all the doubt in your heart

History is nothing but itself again
A constant sorrow in its author's pen
The books of pain, the songs of woe
The sum is endless, but the mind is slow

All the walls gonna tumble down
All evil's gonna rot and drown
Bring your fiddles, bring your broken guns
Let's tear it all apart
Bring your whimpers and loud little bangs
And all the doubt in your heart

Written by:
John Gravdal

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