Dakota Blood Stampede
I have heard enough
You're quite the man
All your threats upon the table
Little rhymes that limp from your tiny hands
I don't believe a word you say
You're always the loudest in the room
I've seen a thousand men like you
There are always men like you
I will test your iron will
And look you in the eye
Gimme, gimme, gimme that heartless savage
Nothing less may have no spine at all
No spine at all
Like livestock marching forward
Useless man of empty words
Set all your dead cattle free
Swallowed underneath the North Dakota blood stampede
Blowhard coward
Drawn down to your every turn of phrase
A blind man's reward for dead cattle
Slaughtered in the crowds you seperate
Any man can draw the lines of hate
Any man can do what you have done
Writing every way you're to be feared
But you missed the very fuckin' bottom line
Build cathedrals to your kingdoms
All your castles made of sand
Failing, failing, failing as the heartless beast
And you're weighed even less as a man
No spine at all
Like livestock marching forward
Useless man of empty words
Set all your dead cattle free
Swallowed underneath the North Dakota blood stampede
Fail
Fail
You failed as the heartless beast
And all your fuckin' songs just prove
You gave yourself this disease
You're quite the man
All your threats upon the table
Little rhymes that limp from your tiny hands
I don't believe a word you say
You're always the loudest in the room
I've seen a thousand men like you
There are always men like you
I will test your iron will
And look you in the eye
Gimme, gimme, gimme that heartless savage
Nothing less may have no spine at all
No spine at all
Like livestock marching forward
Useless man of empty words
Set all your dead cattle free
Swallowed underneath the North Dakota blood stampede
Blowhard coward
Drawn down to your every turn of phrase
A blind man's reward for dead cattle
Slaughtered in the crowds you seperate
Any man can draw the lines of hate
Any man can do what you have done
Writing every way you're to be feared
But you missed the very fuckin' bottom line
Build cathedrals to your kingdoms
All your castles made of sand
Failing, failing, failing as the heartless beast
And you're weighed even less as a man
No spine at all
Like livestock marching forward
Useless man of empty words
Set all your dead cattle free
Swallowed underneath the North Dakota blood stampede
Fail
Fail
You failed as the heartless beast
And all your fuckin' songs just prove
You gave yourself this disease
Credits
Writer(s): John Philip Huber, Curtis Alan Decamp, Damian Richard Goulet, Matthew William Person, Jody Ray Smith
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