Kurt Ballou - Hellionaires lyrics

Preachers in the little d**hs, they got what they've asked. They got an autumned hearse as it drove right by. And I all got together and I all dropped together and I all tossed and turned as I drowned out my peace. I had my own little d**hs with my own little kinds War is my mistress adore, the one that I've always had. War is the mainline mirage that fills what I can't. In the eyes of the has-beens, in the trails of the animal c*nts and I know my own little d**hs. War is my mistress adore that I'll always have. War is the mainline that feels what I can't. And when my bankrupt neck and my skull full of debt can't stand. I'm making my way towards d**h's wooden door and I'm bringing a f**ing battering ram... I'll bring a f**ing battering ram in the name of the kindred dirt. In the name of our failures, in the name of our failures well-earned. All of us has-beens, all of us animal c*nts... all of us bleed in the name of all of us born with hellionaire blood