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The Gods are Made of Mud

from The Gods are Made of Mud by Hot Damn Scandal

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born in to a bastard world
where god knew not the mother
and he told you it's no other
than the prince of theives who spread his loins

so plant your flags
and mint your coins
call everything you see your own
I'll be back to check on you
when the dirt that you call home has swallowed you

The gods are made of mud
you're made of mud
I'm made of mud
and your ancestors are between my toes

when you die you'll be a rotten mess
and in your final rest
your flesh will be the soil in which
my garden grows
and every eve at dinner
I'll be nibblin'
on your bones
your flaming wreck will boil my tea
and your cancer
be the butter on my toast

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from The Gods are Made of Mud, released October 20, 2017
Chandra Johnson, violin
David Pender-Lofgren, drums
Jimmy Austin, trombone
Kris Staples-Weyrauch, electric guitar
Mickey Stylin, upright bass & vocals
Pete Irving, resonator guitar & lead vocals
Sarah Jane Covert-Bowlds, saxophone
Harper Stone, percussion & snare drum during bridge
Carrie Crockett, accordion
Genevieve & Lumina Compain, vocals

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