Drunk Driving from Domestic Blood by The Great American Beast

Lyrics:

Tip of the cap
Strike the match
Burn this desert leaf down to ash
And let the smoke mix with the sand

I am the bird made of death
And my bones are dry like my breath

I bleed tobacco

I've no blood left

My eyes have long been raw
But I can still put six shots through ya

Single child
You've not a clue
You speak a forked tongue
I tell the truth

Death in the valley
No one to lose
You'll be the lone man
Left on the noose

You tell a good joke
You make me laugh
Now, stop pretending you'll bring me death

I am the Fleshbird
My beak of red
Will gouge the soul out of any man

I'll spread my wings
And hide you from the sun

You know nothing of who I am

High-noon
Ten paces from center
Ghost light gunfight
Damn the sinner

No flesh left, you goddamn outlaw
No more cowboys will you kill off

• Hardcore
• Metal
• Metalcore
• Rock
• Tinton Falls