Huggin' on a Landmine

The exit door is open
Blast from the past
Full throttle preacher weavin'
To Sunday Mass
The church of rust is waitin'
No one inside
No living thing escapin'
Freedom confide

The ropes are swingin'
And I'm runnin' out of time
In the sand, I'm sinkin'
Huggin' on a landmine

The cinder bricks are crumblin'
That pig don't fly
From the earth come a mighty rumblin'
Structure arise

The ropes are swingin'
And I'm runnin' out of time
In the sand, I'm sinkin'
Huggin' on a landmine

The master plan's been taken
Smooth outa gas
The oarsmen have stopped rowin'
Ship with no mast
The wounded creeper sneakin'
Goddamn insane
Right now the asphalt's flowin'
Across the flames

The ropes are swingin'
And I'm runnin' out of time
In the sand, I'm sinkin'
Huggin' on a landmine

The ropes are swingin'
And I'm runnin' out of time
In the sand, I'm sinkin'
Huggin' on a landmine

The final sermon spoken
Through teeth of gold
Wise men thoughts have been stolen
Their secrets told
The crows begin their marchin'
From roof to roof
The holy water's flowin'
Two hundred proof

The ropes are swingin'
And I'm runnin' out of time
In the sand, I'm sinkin'
Huggin' on a landmine

Huggin' on a landmine

Huggin' on a landmine

Huggin' on a landmine

Huggin' on a landmine

Huggin' on a landmine



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Fuqua
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