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3 Miles Long, 66 Feet Wide

by Black Devils Brigade

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I am a killer of men by trade Nobody dies then nobody gets paid No women No kids That's the only rule there is Before I was born my mother had a dream In a fever she despaired at the sight of me St. John the Baptist condemned my soul to hell She awoke her water broken all over the sheets Stoolpigeon I think you might (Tell me) who done my baby last Saturday night Who gave her the black eye Who cut her throat Who dumped her in the weeds and left her to die Daddy left when I was small Mommy died when I was 4 I was raised by wolves until the age of 24 They taught me to hunt And they pointed me west They gave me a gun and my daddy's address Don't try to save my soul I was built to make bullet holes You've got the dollars I've got the guns God put me here to make bodies cold I took the gun out of his mouth I said "the flames will get you if you don't bleed out" He said "Please I have a wife and kids" I said "You mean had. I broke the only rule there is"
2.
Single shot flint lock Makes a name Daggers and slap box Leaves a stain High noon’s romantic Resting in a frame Rooster‘s running his mouth off Cut throat and drain Now you’re standing alone With a dead man’s chain Black winds are rising up From those southern states Best served cold Traditional We like it freezing The Fire Code Best served cold Traditional We like it freezing The Fire Code Late were the park lights Couldn’t save her Church bells or sirens Conditioned saviour Watch me and you A fondled neighbor St Mike he’s fading You better save your prayers Closed casket hideaway He’s bruised and he’s battered 1000 candle visual Rest within, rest within the layers Better lay your flowers Better lay your wreath Better shed those tears for Those memories Better lay your flowers Better lay your wreath Better shed those tears for Those memories
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Gemini 03:50
Coiled up around you Lying under tree Scales are marked Pretty patterns Hard to grasp How slippery Your sun soaked rocks Your sun soaked rocks Turns your blood From cold to warm From cold to warm From cold to warm And you you’d rather guard your shrine My forked tongue seems so torn I feel the itch Called on old scratch I shed my clothing Self ingest my sweet poison All-in-all I’m searching for Entheogen Caught chasing my own tail Fearful of Montresor's revenge Gemini with four tongues Your staring in my nightmare Slithering round admiring Your body would go cold So old, so old Marble orchards Destined Your truth lies rejected What else was? What else was? Expected Expected And you You’d rather guard your shrine My fork tongue seems so torn Gemini with four tongues Gemini with four tongues Gemini with four tongues Gemini with four tongues
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She was a Son of England I saw the black and white Father’s name was Johnny Wiped the war from his sight She wears a perm and a jade ring But her memory took a flight I wonder if she’ll remember me Remember me tonight She greeted me by a different name And asked about my grades I graduated years ago Rather not explain “Your brother he’s in Hollywood” “But mom only had one son” “Your sister’s getting big now, Have you figured where the ducks gone?” Confused by the question What have my drugs done? “Maybe they flew south where it’s warm, And the snow amounts to none.” She asked “How’s your Jane? How’s your Sally? One or the other, If you had to choose, The pain is safe with me.” My reply was silent Eyes climbing the wall No answers to be found, I guess I’ll play along “Sweet Jane!!” says it all A hole in the water tower Causes an empty tissue box She said “growing old is phony.” Pointing to her grey locks Last memory was of Johnny “He past when I was 47, Oh no, I’m getting confused again He was shot on 72nd.” Under the lamp shade, burgundy bound Sitting on the sidewalk, burgundy bound
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Album recorded at Chalet Recording Studios in Pickering, Ontario

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released March 5, 2011

Co-produced, recorded & mixed by Theo Posthumus
Second Engineer, Steve Andrews
Mastered by Stephen Stepaniac @ Joao Carvalho Mastering

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