Stampede

O my God there's a man with a gun
Waiting outside for me
He's been wanting to cleanse me of my sins
Lord have mercy on me
If they only knew the man that I have been
None would stand in defense of me
For this blood on my hands is not my own
There's no righteousness in me

Total slaughter, total slaughter, I wouldn't leave a single man alive

O my Lord how desperate I've become
I'm just praying for release
Though the fires of Hell and Damnation
Are surely what I'll see

Total slaughter, total slaughter, if I were you, I'd leave no man alive

You were led to the slaughter
By your sons and your daughters
But you wouldn't leave a single man behind

Total slaughter, total slaughter, I wouldn't leave a single man alive



Credits
Writer(s): Bradford Loomis
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