Gooding - Blasted Lands Lyrics

Your little black heart hiccups
The white noise never clears
Run from your hopes
Take stock in your fears
They'll pay you to lie
The angels heading south
Take the dough and shut your crooked mouth
Tell it to your brother, tell it to your sister
Tell it to your teachers, tell it to your preachers
Tell it to your mother, tell it to your father
From the ocean to the sand
To all your sons and all your daughters
The world will fall by their crooked hands
Just rise up let's take a stand
Send them back to the blasted, back to the blasted lands
Numbers in the water
Numbers in the skies
All your shattered little sellout lies
Time is marching on
Regret is getting strong
You can't take it with you when you die
The world won't fall by your crooked hands
Send you back to the blasted
Send you back to the blasted lands
Rise up, rise now let's take a stand
Send them back to the blasted
Send them back
Tell it to your brother, tell it to your sister
Tell it to your teachers, tell it to your preachers
Tell it to your mother, tell it to your father
From the ocean to the sand
To all your sons and all your daughters
The world will fall by their crooked hands
Just rise up let's take a stand
Send them back to the blasted, back to the blasted lands
You're just a little killer
You're just a little liar with a full head start
You're just a little killer
And I've got a stake for your vampire heart