MickeyFinnMusic

Don’t lead me to mistruth
I’m your hazard, your hazard
Don’t lead me to mistruth
I’m your hazard
Your hazard
Your hazard

Down the garden path
I’m your hazard, your hazard
Down the garden path
I’m your hazard
Your hazard
Your hazard

Don’t sugar coat your lie
Don’t even think to play
I was not just born
And no not yesterday
You know what you have torn
Lets just go our separate ways
And you know what I am
So just lock that shit away

Don’t lead me to mistruth
I’m your hazard, your hazard
Don’t lead me to mistruth
I’m your hazard
Your hazard
Your hazard

Down the garden path
I’m your hazard, your hazard
Down the garden path
I’m your hazard
Your hazard
Your hazard

Don’t piss on down my leg
And dare to call it rain
You know what I feel
And I did so yesterday
You know this will not heal
Lets just turn and walk away
Cuz you know what I am
Lets just go our separate ways

Don’t lead me to mistruth
I’m your hazard, your hazard
Don’t lead me to mistruth
I’m your hazard
Your hazard
Your hazard

Down the garden path
I’m your hazard, your hazard
Down the garden path
I’m your hazard
Your hazard
Your hazard

We are the ladies
We beguile
We are the ladies
We beguile
Boys will walk a crooked mile
Just to taste our painted smile
We beguile
We beguile
We beguile

I pull the wool over his eyes
And it comes as no surprise
Might be pretty but he’s dumb
Got him under my right thumb

We girls have all the pies
Hungry boys die to try
And they know what is the best
They stay blind and fail the test

We are the ladies
We beguile
We are the ladies
We beguile
Boys will walk a crooked mile
Just to taste our painted smile
We beguile
We beguile
We beguile

I pull the wool above my thighs
And he comes that’s no surprise
Might be pretty but he’d run
Just to come again and some

We girls have all the tricks
Master boys and lust so sick
Tie them up and have a ball
Break their will and make them bawl

We are the ladies
We beguile
We are the ladies
We beguile
Boys will walk a crooked mile
Just to taste our painted smile
We beguile
We beguile
We beguile

FIRST

Get to the point
What my father would say
If you gotta gotta beef
Don’t care to pray
And if no one likes it
They can go eat some fresh shit

They can go eat some fresh shit
What my dear father would say

Truth must be told
What my mother would spout
If you speak somethin true
You gotta gotta let it out
Say it don’t spray it
Like homey with his bullets

Like homey with his bullets
What my dear mother would spout

I hate cops
I hate cops
I hate cops
I hate cops
Tall skinny scrawny ones
Big fat greasy ones
Lean mean nasty ones
And specially the really dumb

And specially the really dumb
Ones

I hate cops
I hate cops
I hate cops
I hate cops
High hands in the hot air
Shit your tighty underwear
Cuz Bacon got his gun bare
And a trigger on a hair

And a trigger on a hair
There

I hate cops
I hate cops
I hate cops
I hate cops
Mouth sealed nothin hid
Ass crack sweatin slid
Finger me not a skid
Eyes wide open justa kid

Eyes wide open justa kid
A kid

I hate cops
I hate cops
I hate cops
I hate cops
Shoot a hole in your donut ones
I know what you’re thinkin ones
Hot dog eatin shooty ones
Scary Clint Easty guns

Scary Clint Easty guns
Guns

MIDDLE

Use your words
What my brother Ray say
You gotta gotta speak out
What come will may
And if people listen too you
They might think better of your view

They might think better of your view
What my older brother Ray say

Don't say nothin
That's Uncle Billy bitchin talk
Don’t never let it out
What you’re pitchin gotta gotta balk
And be your own man
To your tune with your own band

To your tune with your own band
That’s some Uncle Billy bitchin talk

I like drugs
I like drugs
I like drugs
I like drugs
Don’t use them but I sell them
Dummies buy and abuse them
Women ladies girls all them
In the church they say amen

In the church they say amen
Amen

I like drugs
I like drugs
I like drugs
I like drugs
I don’t carry I got mules
Kids chumps buddies fools
I got my own brand of rules
When I smoke I smoke Kools

When I smoke I smoke Kools
Kools

I like drugs
I like drugs
I like drugs
I like drugs
World’s ugly if you ain’t high
So put it in a pipe and try
Everyday there’s a reason why
And its my get out of this ghetto pie

Its my get out of this ghetto pie
Pie

I like drugs
I like drugs
I like drugs
I like drugs
Not a gangsta or villain
No gunshot thrillin
No blood that I’m spillin
Money gets middle class chillin

Money gets middle class chillin
Chill

LAST

Make yourself a plan
What a friend said heed
Don’t need to be perfect
Still a goal indeed
And if it all goes to shit
Keep tryin make it fit

Keep tryin make it fit
What a friend said heed

I started out young
With this advice in my head
Balanced on the line
Didn’t wind up dead
And it went pretty well
I came out of this hell

I came out of this hell
With this advice in my head

Now I like cops
I’m your neighbor over there
Home Depot in the line
Barbeque pretty fair
On Sunday I check mass
I cut my own green grass

I cut my own green grass
I’m your neighbor over there

1
We took a short trip
To your shitty hood
Contract drive-by
And bare you just stood
We didn’t stop there
You know you can you should
Your sister so fair
Over the low rider hood

Her blood ran out
Let cuz we could
Hell must be fed
And fed really good
Hell must be fed
And fed really good

2
We took a top trip
From west to east
Hired to fire
The newest swamp beast
He stood so high
Gave a lowly speech
So we let him live
As a lesson to teach

Then gave him another
Term to preach
Hell must be fed
There’s a hull to breach
Hell must be fed
There’s a hull to breach

CHORUS

The Devil’s in the details
What did you think
The Devil’s in the details
What did you think
Hey
The fine print’s written
In blood not ink
The Devil’s in the details
What did you think

The Devil’s in the details
You curry the fee
The Devil’s in the details
You curry the fee
Hey
Going on forever
Like eternity
The Devil’s in the details
You curry the fee

3
You need a flu trip
We make a disease
We’ll shut it all down
Don’t bother with please
And want some despair
To hang from the trees
Ain’t no added fare
We’ll rope them for free

And print more money
Sheep must be fleeced
Hell must be fed
Thy wheel be greased
Hell must be fed
Thy wheel be greased

4
You need a short trip
A riot to hire
We dabble in murder
Make a car a pyre
But it can roll further
Wheel never tire
Round some rape
Civil war into mire

And fill up trains
We aim to score higher
Hell must be fed
So the flames burn brighter
Hell must be fed
So the flames burn brighter

CHORUS

5
Not a new trip
A road old as time
We’re the Hell crew
Sow more than just crime
In the darkness
Or the bright sunshine
The glitter of gold
30 silver work fine

Order a kill
Sign on the dotted line
Hell must be fed
And the son crucified
Hell must be fed
And the son crucified

6
Here’s a little tip
It won’t cost a dime
We’re the Hell crew
Evil is sublime
We duly favor
That banquet chime
Savor the rich
We preserve them in brine

Order up kills
Sign on the dotted line
Hell must be fed
That’s the grand design
Hell must be fed
That’s the grand design

CHORUS

The Devil’s in the details
L’or c’est bien oui
The Devil’s in the details
L’or c’est bien oui
Hey
They’re enslaved
El oro es bueno sí
The Devil’s in the details
L’or c’est bien oui

The Devil’s in the details
What did you think
The Devil’s in the details
What did you think
Hey
The fine print’s written
In blood not ink
The Devil’s in the details
What did you think

The Devil’s in the details
You curry the fee
The Devil’s in the details
You curry the fee
Hey
Going on forever
Like eternity
The Devil’s in the details
You curry the fee

1
I picked you out
In my red dot sight
And it was so very nice
To see you alright

I picked you out
With my red dot site
It was a year ago
You said I was uptight

I picked you out
With my red dot site
And a month ago
You said I was a blight

2
You were dressed in black
From head to toe
Sadistic gloves
For the face of your foes

Curb stompers up-laced
With a shiny glow
Big pushy shoves
For the violence shows

And you might have got away
If you wore a mask
But I swear to God…

CHORUS

A bullet’s better than a blast, better than a blast, better than a blast, better than blast
(Oh yoo-hoo yoo-hoo, Oh yoo-hoo yoo-hoo)
A bullet’s better than a blast, better than a blast, better than a blast, better than blast
(Oh yoo-hoo yoo-hoo, Oh yoo-hoo yoo-hoo)
A bullet’s better than a blast, better than a blast, better than a blast, better than blast

3
I picked Bro out
In my long range site
Giving out orders
Big grin over-bight

I picked Bro out
With my long range site
He was done up in camos
Ready for a fight

I picked Bro out
With my long range sight
He had a holstered Glock
Like a new age knight

4
Always all super-tanned
He was tall big and fun
With a shit-eating grin
Boy he could charm a nun

Now an officer’s rank
With a mortal crew
Long shot here to there
But it was all I that I do

And he might have got away
If I squeezed too fast
But I swear to God…

CHORUS

A bullet’s better than a blast, better than a blast, better than a blast, better than blast
(Oh yoo-hoo yoo-hoo, Oh yoo-hoo yoo-hoo)
A bullet’s better than a blast, better than a blast, better than a blast, better than blast
(Oh yoo-hoo yoo-hoo, Oh yoo-hoo yoo-hoo)
A bullet’s better than a blast, better than a blast, better than a blast, better than blast

5
I got picked out
With some iron sights
But they weren’t very good
Stood too close and tight

I got picked out
With some iron sites
Only four of them
And they were full of fright

I got picked out
By some iron sites
Last thing they viewed
My grenade in flight

6
Had on Bermuda shorts
With some Polo tops
But in a Civil War
There ain’t no photo ops

They had Tom Ford shoes
From some fancy-pants shops
As they all fired wild
As they looked for some cops

And they might have got away
If I hadn’t cast
As they swore to God…

CHORUS

A bullet’s better than a blast, better than a blast, better than a blast, better than blast
(Oh yoo-hoo yoo-hoo, Oh yoo-hoo yoo-hoo)
A bullet’s better than a blast, better than a blast, better than a blast, better than blast
(Oh yoo-hoo yoo-hoo, Oh yoo-hoo yoo-hoo)
A bullet’s better than a blast, better than a blast, better than a blast, better than blast


Say goodbye to a girl, yoo-hoo yoo-hoo
In a minute of angle yoo-hoo yoo-hoo
Say goodbye to a friend yoo-hoo yoo-hoo
In a minute of angle yoo-hoo yoo-hoo
Say goodbye to the rich yoo-hoo yoo-hoo
With a blast in the jungle yoo-hoo yoo-hoo
Say goodbye yoo-hoo yoo-hoo yoo-hoo
Say goodbye yoo-hoo yoo-hoo yoo-hoo
Say goodbye yoo-hoo yoo-hoo yoo-hoo…

1
Hey
I think I’ll lay low for a little while
Hey
Cuz my stomach’s gettin full of bile
Hey
I hear they got a guy can shoot a mile
Hey
Maybe I’ll practice giving up and smile…
 
CHORUS

What
What the hell have we done What the hell have we won
When
When the hell is this fun When did I get this gun
Why
Why am I here in this hole Why are we taking these souls
Who
Who’s that hanging from the lamp pole

Where
Where do I hide
Oh God
Where
Where do I hide
Oh God
Where
Where do I hide

I bet He says He really don’t know
 
2
Hey
I’ll just tell them that I’m feelin sick
Hey
I can shoot my foot a pretty trick
Hey
Call time-out I hear my own clock tick
Hey
I can smell the blood is running slick…
 
CHORUS

What
What the hell have we done What the hell have we won
When
When the hell is this fun When did I get this gun
Why
Why am I here in this hole Why are we taking these souls
Who
Who’s that hanging from the lamp pole

Where
Where do I hide
Oh God
Where
Where do I hide
Oh God
Where
Where do I hide

I bet He says He really don’t know
 
3
Hey
I hear they’re gonna breach my garden wall
Hey
I bet my flowers won’t make em stall
Hey
I’d yell surrender but they're too deaf to call
Hey
I guess I’m gonna have to kill em all…

CHORUS

What
What the hell have we done What the hell have we won
When
When the hell is this fun When did I get this gun
Why
Why am I here in this hole Why are we taking these souls
Who
Who’s that hanging from the lamp pole

Where
Where do I hide
Oh God
Where
Where do I hide
Oh God
Where
Where do I hide

I bet He says He really don’t know.

PART 1

They call for war
They want it more
They slay to score
They storm ashore

We’ll make a stand
We’ll mine the sand
We’ll fill our hand
We’ll keep our land

Lets not go there
(Lets fear the fallout)
Lets not go there
(Nowhere near that at all out)
Lets not go there
(Seems its clear to us all out)
Only mad fools would dare
Lets not go there

They kill and grin
They know no sin
They peel your skin
And then some to win

We’ll siege their homes
We’ll breach their thrones
We’ll bleach their bones
In battle zones

Lets not go there
(Lets fear the fallout)
Lets not go there
(Nowhere near that at all out)
Lets not go there
(It seems clear to us all out)
Only mad fools would dare
Lets not go there

They heed a call
They’ll make us crawl
Backs to the wall
Then off us all

Lets call their lies
Lets sear their skies
Lets blind their eyes
Nuclearize


PART 2

To walk
Or lay still (Don’t go there)
To talk
Or say nil (Don’t go there)
To fight
Or turn tail (Don’t go there)
To peace
Or to fail (Nowhere near that at all)

To move
Or to stand (Don’t go there)
To ask
Or demand (Don’t go there)
To accept
To command (Don’t go there)
To rise
Or to bend (Nowhere near that at all)

To pray
Take a knee (Don’t go there)
To stand
To be free (Don’t go there)
To hang
From a tree (Don’t go there)
Dead blind
Don’t see (Nowhere near that at all)

To love
Or to hate (Don’t go there)
To peace
Infuriate (Don’t go there)
To mend
Too late (Don’t go there)
To cheer
Annihilate (Nowhere near that at all)

To launch
To kill (Don’t go there)
To aim
To fulfill (Don’t go there)
To fight
For the thrill (Don’t go there)
Get your
Iodine pill (Nowhere near that at all)
 
To do
To undo (Don’t go there)
Too long
To view (Don’t go there)
The morrow
The few (Don’t go there)
Neutrons
Killing you (Nowhere near that at all)

To hope
To despair (Don’t go there)
Too far
Too aware (Don’t go there)
No faith
No fair (Don’t go there)
If your dead
Who cares (Nowhere near that at all)

 
PART 3

Lets go all out
Gonna go kill everyone
Mad Fools let it all out
Gonna go mega-ton
Lets go all out
Gonna go kill everyone
Lets make some fallout
Gonna go mega-ton

Last man standing
Turn out the sun
Last man standing
Turn out the sun
Last man standing
Turn out the sun…

1
He was a soldier death bringer
On leave from the new civil war
Seeing just nightmares and targeting crosshairs
Needed something to cease the horror

He could shoot them all from farther
And he could take them near
His friends under stones and nothing but bones
In his mind in his eye in his fear

2
She was a singer songwriter
Replete with heartache & sorrow
Lovely of tone with no bitter bone
Yet her smile she could only borrow

She could sing clear and much finer
She’d raise a glass and a tear
To old men a fair song who’d long lost their strong
Gripping mugs of their cheap shitty beer

CHORUS

She sang
“Impaled by a sliver
Got lost in a fog
Trees all silver
I hear my old dog
Down by the river
He’s got a coon treed
Later on he’ll be home
With something to see.”

Stage light
Singing bar Girl
Stage light
Singing bar Girl
Hold tight
Lonely Boy hell
Inside civil war and madness…
Fix them together
They’ll still each one’s swell
 
3
He was the soldier dead ringer
Her voice moved him places too deep
Blue of her eyes shade like victory skies
Made him just want to weep

She was a singer tune brighter
She spied him kimberlite stone
Hard but part broken not a word to be spoken
Just needing to not be alone

4
But he was a soldier death bringer
On leave for only a week
He’d be back to the killing and patriot blood spilling
And of stuff that he couldn’t speak

She was a server bar singer
There for the rest of her days
Won’t sing for the gold but the young and the bold
A voice for the lonely so brave

CHORUS

He heard,
“Caught in an ambush
By people like me
Impaled by a thornbush
That I didn’t see
Down by the river
I fought to be free
And swore I’d come home
Don’t come rescue me.”

Stage light
Singing bar Girl
Stage light
Singing bar Girl
Hold tight
Lonely Boy hell
Inside civil war and madness…
Fix them together
They’ll still each one’s swell

5
They were two lonely love callers
Beset by the uncivil war
She idealized him though his face was so grim
In her wellness he couldn’t get more

In a way that was certainly finer
Like the hurt of all love lost
She sang to his soul and he lifted her whole
And they ignored the purchase and cost

6
She was a lonely love winner
At ease with him gone in just hours
She could brush away chill in his arms for the thrill
And he could keep still in her flowers

To the east and battle line bitter
To kill what he couldn’t befriend
And if he returned to her voice he had learned
Their love no war could just end.
 
CHORUS

She sang,
“Impaled by a sliver
Got lost in a fog
Trees all silver
I hear my old dog
Down by the river
He’s got a coon treed
Later on he’ll be home
With something to see.”

Stage light
Singing bar Girl
Stage light
Singing bar Girl
Hold tight
Lonely Boy hell
Inside civil war and madness…
Fix them together
They’ll still each one’s swell