Lamb Of God Lyrics

9. Buckeye

Performed as Burn The Priest

Turn on all the lights and punch them out. All four burners going, pile it on 
fire. Metal sparks in the nuclear box. Fist through a window pane and our 
broken coffee cups litter the kitchen floor. Smoke rolling across the 
ceiling suck down the bride's champagne and swallow a few more sleepy ones. 
Pass the bottle to none and swing from the gate. Speak in the name of 
suffering as loud as it gets. Knuckled holes in everything spittle and love 
fling into a crying eye that runs away. A dead dog in the street nothing 
brings a slain king back. You'll never know the bittersweet smell of leaving 
this world of your own volition. So jacked up.

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