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Evil Mind
02:38
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Lyrics by Christopher Seymore and Herman Bauer
Music by Son of Bitch
Evil Mind
You presume I waited all my life for you
Yeah that’s the way it seems
The only thing I’ve been waiting on
Is an end to suit my means
Don’t blame it on yourself now darling
That’s just how this plays out
You can wear that heart upon your sleeve girl
Or maybe just figure it out
All those demons stuck inside your head
They keep you up at night,
And all those pills you go and take now girl
Can’t erase them from your mind
Don’t blame it on yourself now darling
That’s just how this plays out
You can wear that cross upon your back girl
Or maybe just figure it out
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The Greenfield Strangler
02:51
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Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch
The Greenfield Strangler
It’s goin’ off like firecrackers held inside my hand
My fingers pop like balloons on your cheaply rented lawn
And I can still feel your breath creepin’ up my neck
It’s that deep darkness that won’t let you forget
Your face lines the shelves of all my wicked thoughts
It’s creeping down the hallways, kicking over bottles
It’s like a phantom pain from a severed limb
Just that deep darkness that’s drawing me in
Oh oh, it’s like slow burning whiskey
Oh oh, only good when it’s gone
Just some resin scraped from the bowl
The ghost of something good that’s already used
This bottle kisses me girl but I wished it was you
Just that deep darkness that clings to me like glue
Know why did it, why you had to leave
You had to get free from its spindle iron grip
But that Greenfield Strangler, it’s not done with me yet
It’s that deep darkness that starts to feel like a friend
Oh oh, it’s like slow burning whiskey
Oh oh, only good when it’s gone
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Magic Theatre
02:15
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Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch
Magic Theatre
Oh for wicked name
For the evil in all things
I know just what I am
I’m half wolf, the other half man
If you’d only laid this body down
If I’d only laid this body down
You’re cryin’ out as if someone will hear you scream
You think it’s crazy, naw it’s just insane
The taste of nickels fresh let from the vain
Is this the appetite you thought that you could taste
Come on darlin’ don’t you understand I ain’t no kind of man
Mad with lust and spite
Each creature to its on kind
Joy so deep and strong
As flesh separates from bone
If you’d only laid this body down
If I’d only laid this body down
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Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch
Up Like Fire, Out Like Flame
Well it’s up like a fire and out like a flame
Oh that Holy Ghost just a callin’ out your name
Well it’s up like a bottle and down like shame
All that sweet corn liquor coursin’ through my veins
Well it’s up like a noose and down like the grave
Come on raise them glasses, let’s hear you say
Woah oh woah oh woah oh woah oh, yeah e yeah e yeah (x2)
Well it’s sweet like molasses and clean like pain
A half beat dog just a pullin’ at that chain
Well iy’s up like a bottle and down like shame
All those chemicals eatin’ holes in your brain
Well it’s in like Able and out like Cain
Come on raise them glasses, now fuckin’ say it y’all
Woah oh woah oh woah oh woah oh, yeah e yeah e yeah (x4)
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5. |
Who is Antonio...
03:23
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Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch
Who is Antonio…
You grew up on that Greene County line
right in the house next to mine
been lovin’ since we was kids,
All that shit that ain’t been said
and all that stuff ramblin’ through my head
it’s killin’ me,
It ain’t the pretty things but
fucked up that get me
We won’t even together back then
your momma let you move back in
cause you said that we was through
It ain’t the right now but
the back then that fucks you
I didn’t mean to go and piss you off like I did
Oh honey don’t you remember we was mother fuckin’ kids
Ain’t no need in lyin’ girl, your down in Alabama just tryin’ to save yourself
Oh honey don’t it hurt you how we fell
All them things that you creep and hide
tryin’ to keep your love alive
I guess I was born to hurt you
How was I to know he was mine
We only did it a couple of times
I never loved her baby it’s true
It ain’t the fake things but
The real ones that fuck you
I didn’t mean to go and piss you off like I did
Oh honey don’t you remember we was mother fuckin’ kids
Ain’t no need in lyin’ girl, your down in Mississippi tryin’ to save yourself
Oh honey don’t it hurt you how we fell
I didn’t mean to go and piss you off like I did
Oh honey don’t you remember we was mother fuckin’ kids
Ain’t no need in lyin’ girl, I ain’t simply tryin’ to save myself
Oh honey don’t it hurt you how we fell
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Beg or Borrow
02:40
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Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch
Beg or Borrow
You went and did what you did
You took it to your old man
Yeah you cut him nice and slow
So you called me up
You knew I was drunk
I’d come and take care of it for you
There ain’t no shame in beg nor borrow
You take just what you need girl
And all those bitter pills we swallow
to be with the ones we want to be with
So I took the jigsaw to him and
Dumped both of them up off Coleridge Nursery Road
Go ahead and pack them bags
we got get out fast
head on up to Buffalo
There ain’t no shame in beg nor borrow
You take just what you need girl
And all those bitter pills we swallow
to be with the ones we want to be with
la la la la la la
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Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch
Don’t Smile at the Chimps
I showed up at that station,
in that fool hat you like to see
My fresh country ears all cropped and left to bleed
You were sittin’ by the platform,
you were all strung-out on pills
So I kissed you so soft and sweet like a tangerine
If you can’t let me stay, then let me go
Nothin’ left to hold to except control
I know just where this ends up,
my fingers wrapped round your neck
So soft and so smooth, so like to go and break
If you can’t let me stay, then let me go
Nothin’ left to hold to except control
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8. |
Overnight
02:03
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Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch
Overnight
Porcelain, crushed and nicely glued
He fucked you up girl, don’t let him do that to you
Cause honey we could make it like the beautiful people do
When they’re young, when they’re young
What you want, well lovers will nicely suit
So what if we end up where we thought we would
Cause honey we could make it like the beautiful people do
And would it be so bad if it were left to me and you
It don’t last forever girl, it’s only what you do
When your young, when your young
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House Cricket
03:44
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Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch
House Cricket
How’s yours doin’, it seems mine burned down
It’s cold out here at night in Texas without you bein’ ‘round
I hear your out west doin’ what you always wanted
Oh girl we could have had it if we only wanted to
If you’re down in Austin, honey send me a sign
Call me up and say you’re doin’ just fine
I pour another cold one, I turn the radio on
Oh lord, it’s so sad and sweet and cold and all alone
Oh man, I’m so fucked up
Down in Carolina, just scratchin’ out a livin’
And all these double shifts girl, well they got me to feelin’ that
If you’re Down East, honey don’t you be a stranger
There’s always a couch you can sleep on tonight
If you’re up in Ashville, honey send me a sign
Call me up and say you’re doin’ alright
I pour another stiff one, I turn the radio on
Oh lord, it’s so sad and sweet and cold and all alone
Oh man, I’m so fucked up
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Evil Bastard
01:53
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Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch
Evil Bastard
I can see you standin’ there you revenuer man
I don’t need no help from you are your government
My granddaddy built this still with his own hands
Come one step closer, I’ll drop you where you stand
You didn’t have to be such an evil bastard
Take what you will sir, reach for the hip reach for the hip
You take the food from my starvin’ lips
You take the gold from my children’s cold dead hands
I don’t need you to tell me what I do with my land
You can go and fuck yourself Uncle Sam
You didn’t have to be such an evil bastard
Take what you will sir, reach for the hip reach for the hip
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Shallow Grave
02:48
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Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch
Shallow Grave
Drivin’ to Wheeling on a half tank of gas
Ain’t gonna bring your baby back
Playin’ everything you tried to save
Prayin’ lord she don’t slip away
Oh oh it’s just life in the holler
Oh oh strechin’ every dollar
Drinkin’ our days away
Sleepin’ in a little shallow grave
Put it all on that pretty little nose
Of that pony you love the most
Knowing that it’s ten to one
She won’t be there when you get home
Oh oh it’s just life in the holler
Oh oh strechin’ every dollar
Drinkin’ our days away
Sleepin’ in a little shallow grave
Drivin’ just as fast as you can
With that money fresh in your hand
When you get there she left you a note
Sorry baby, but I had to go
Oh oh it’s just life in the holler
Oh oh strechin’ every dollar
Drinkin’ our days away
Sleepin’ in a little shallow grave
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Évariste
03:17
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Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch
Évariste
Laid in a pine box all knotted and clean
They put my papa for his noble deeds
He shot my daddy down
Shot my daddy down
Now I know what I must go do
I must die so brave, I must die so true
He shot my daddy down
Shot my daddy down, down, down
I ride out to meet him with my gun and my smile
Sing hallelujah, it’s my time now, it’s my time now
I’ll not go untouched girl for I wish to die a man, oh yes
I ride out to meet him with my gun now and my smile
Pearl handeled Peace Maker strapped to my side
Oh in the mornin’ I saddle and ride
He shot my daddy down
Shot my daddy down
Come on now darlin’ make me understand
Don’t my to bits go and make me a man
He shot my daddy down
Shot my daddy down, down, down
I ride out to meet him with my gun and my smile
Sing hallelujah, it’s my time now, it’s my time now
I’ll not go untouched girl for I wish to die a man, oh yes
I ride out to meet him with my gun now and my smile
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Drunken Ramblings
02:53
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Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch
Drunken Ramblings
We set out this morning, we set out on the road
We thought we’d grab a bottle and maybe find the Lord
I don’t know if I’ll pass again this way
So I kissed my friends and said have a good day
Oh my God can you hear that sound
As the angels sing their song
Another lost little sheep has now come home
Well we just sat around and we smoked a lot of pot
We figured if we got high, we’d figure out just what
Everyone was waiting on and what we all would want
And I said that Jesus must of smoked a goddamn lot
Oh my God can you hear that sound
As the angels sing their song
Another lost little sheep has now come home
So buy me a bottle of whiskey tonight, we all can drink until we die
We’ll make like old Dylan Thomas did on that New York City sidewalk
Thirteen shots is a long road ahead, but it’ll bring us home again
Oh maybe we’ll all go home
Well we just sat around and thought a lot of thoughts
And we just drank and drank until we couldn’t talk
Maybe that’s okay with you and maybe it all ain’t
But Jesus and Jack Daniels, well to me they’re both the same
Oh my God can you hear that sound
As the angels sing their song
Another lost little sheep has now come home
So buy me a bottle of whiskey tonight, we all can drink until we die
We’ll make like old Dylan Thomas did on that New York City sidewalk
Thirteen shots is a long road ahead, but it’ll bring us home again
Oh maybe we’ll all go home, yeah home
Home we’ll go
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14. |
A Note, A Bottle
03:24
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Lyrics by Christopher Seymore
Music by Son of Bitch
A Note, A Bottle
It says I hope you’re happy, I’m sure you’ll be fine
It says I left you a bottle, to help you pass the time
It says no need to worry, yeah there ain’t need to call
We probably shouldn’t talk now, ain’t no need to go and make this hard
So I pour a shot of whiskey,
for all them things I done,
Honey what went wrong
So I’m packin’ up my things, gonna hit that interstate
That bottle you left was empty, so I got another on the way
Headed back down south, back to Tennessee
Where you were still pretty and I was still happy
So I pour a shot of whiskey,
for all them things I done,
Honey what went wrong
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Since 2012, Son of Bitch has been creating, covering, and performing live music in back alleys, dive bars, hipster restaurants, and living rooms. Oh and big fancy venues, too. With an appetite for booze and fast tunes, what's not to love about Son of Bitch? ... more
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