Race for the Gallows
๐ต 1977 characters
โฑ๏ธ 6:24 duration
๐ ID: 2347751
๐ Lyrics
Dark alleys, gas light haze
Smog riddled sinners in a gloomy maze
This is the decade of us sordid sons
We keep the devil from the streets, have justice done
Filth riddled dreadful air
In every nook and crevice lures the devil's snare
A proper captain needs his sordid sons
To keep the devil from the streets, have justice done
No splendor, no praise
The chosen hides his face
What inglorious display
When the sordid son breaks your sordid ways
The foul mob claim sin for sin
Every rotten urge seems to exist within
This is the decade of us sordid sons
We keep the devil from the streets, have justice done
A sick tree bears poison fruit
The sordid son kills the sickened root
We rid the shadow of each wicked witch
We chase the devil from the devilish twitch
Crook and sinners, debauched lot
Dispatched from being by the righteous knots we tie
Decree by decree a burden upon us
Shunned, twisted debris
They all drift towards us like moths drawn to flame
A fatal attraction towards death and shame
A race for the gallows by a pitiful pack
To join their brothers atop the sordid son's rack
Bystard by bastard perish to show
Their gullible brothers who watch from bellow
That sin has its price and the price has its toll
Paid by hangman and judges with a piece of their souls
So...
This is the decade of us sordid sons
We keep the devil from the streets have justice done
You must know this is the decade of us sordid sons
We keep the devil from the streets have justice done
You've got a sickened tree bearing poisoned fruits
So stomp it dead beneath your sordid boot
There is no rest for shaking hands
Eternal servants to the crowd's demands
You know an ordered prospeous happy kind
Need their bastard sons and their sordid minds
See the devil hides behind many a guise
And you can't be certain until the subject dies
All shun the bastard son of law
Disposable justice whore
Bastard son
All shun the bastard son
No one, the bastard son
Filthy
Unclean
Bastard son of law
Smog riddled sinners in a gloomy maze
This is the decade of us sordid sons
We keep the devil from the streets, have justice done
Filth riddled dreadful air
In every nook and crevice lures the devil's snare
A proper captain needs his sordid sons
To keep the devil from the streets, have justice done
No splendor, no praise
The chosen hides his face
What inglorious display
When the sordid son breaks your sordid ways
The foul mob claim sin for sin
Every rotten urge seems to exist within
This is the decade of us sordid sons
We keep the devil from the streets, have justice done
A sick tree bears poison fruit
The sordid son kills the sickened root
We rid the shadow of each wicked witch
We chase the devil from the devilish twitch
Crook and sinners, debauched lot
Dispatched from being by the righteous knots we tie
Decree by decree a burden upon us
Shunned, twisted debris
They all drift towards us like moths drawn to flame
A fatal attraction towards death and shame
A race for the gallows by a pitiful pack
To join their brothers atop the sordid son's rack
Bystard by bastard perish to show
Their gullible brothers who watch from bellow
That sin has its price and the price has its toll
Paid by hangman and judges with a piece of their souls
So...
This is the decade of us sordid sons
We keep the devil from the streets have justice done
You must know this is the decade of us sordid sons
We keep the devil from the streets have justice done
You've got a sickened tree bearing poisoned fruits
So stomp it dead beneath your sordid boot
There is no rest for shaking hands
Eternal servants to the crowd's demands
You know an ordered prospeous happy kind
Need their bastard sons and their sordid minds
See the devil hides behind many a guise
And you can't be certain until the subject dies
All shun the bastard son of law
Disposable justice whore
Bastard son
All shun the bastard son
No one, the bastard son
Filthy
Unclean
Bastard son of law
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.73] Dark alleys, gas light haze
[00:02.89] Smog riddled sinners in a gloomy maze
[00:05.58] This is the decade of us sordid sons
[00:07.76] We keep the devil from the streets, have justice done
[00:09.94] Filth riddled dreadful air
[00:12.54] In every nook and crevice lures the devil's snare
[00:15.44] A proper captain needs his sordid sons
[00:17.88] To keep the devil from the streets, have justice done
[00:20.66] No splendor, no praise
[00:23.39] The chosen hides his face
[00:25.88] What inglorious display
[00:33.53] When the sordid son breaks your sordid ways
[00:37.07] The foul mob claim sin for sin
[00:44.21] Every rotten urge seems to exist within
[00:46.58] This is the decade of us sordid sons
[00:48.99] We keep the devil from the streets, have justice done
[00:51.31] A sick tree bears poison fruit
[00:54.37] The sordid son kills the sickened root
[00:56.70] We rid the shadow of each wicked witch
[00:58.95] We chase the devil from the devilish twitch
[01:02.35] Crook and sinners, debauched lot
[01:26.45] Dispatched from being by the righteous knots we tie
[01:33.28] Decree by decree a burden upon us
[01:55.27] Shunned, twisted debris
[02:01.15] They all drift towards us like moths drawn to flame
[02:11.38] A fatal attraction towards death and shame
[02:15.27] A race for the gallows by a pitiful pack
[02:18.99] To join their brothers atop the sordid son's rack
[02:27.83] Bystard by bastard perish to show
[02:42.13] Their gullible brothers who watch from bellow
[02:46.39] That sin has its price and the price has its toll
[02:50.16] Paid by hangman and judges with a piece of their souls
[02:59.03] So...
[03:03.78] This is the decade of us sordid sons
[03:17.23] We keep the devil from the streets have justice done
[03:20.66] You must know this is the decade of us sordid sons
[03:27.40] We keep the devil from the streets have justice done
[03:30.57] You've got a sickened tree bearing poisoned fruits
[04:02.44] So stomp it dead beneath your sordid boot
[04:05.37] There is no rest for shaking hands
[04:13.27] Eternal servants to the crowd's demands
[04:15.71] You know an ordered prospeous happy kind
[04:23.40] Need their bastard sons and their sordid minds
[04:26.23] See the devil hides behind many a guise
[04:33.82] And you can't be certain until the subject dies
[04:44.28] All shun the bastard son of law
[05:25.62] Disposable justice whore
[05:51.74] Bastard son
[05:55.45] All shun the bastard son
[05:57.64] No one, the bastard son
[05:59.90] Filthy
[06:01.30] Unclean
[06:03.79] Bastard son of law
[06:14.87]
[00:02.89] Smog riddled sinners in a gloomy maze
[00:05.58] This is the decade of us sordid sons
[00:07.76] We keep the devil from the streets, have justice done
[00:09.94] Filth riddled dreadful air
[00:12.54] In every nook and crevice lures the devil's snare
[00:15.44] A proper captain needs his sordid sons
[00:17.88] To keep the devil from the streets, have justice done
[00:20.66] No splendor, no praise
[00:23.39] The chosen hides his face
[00:25.88] What inglorious display
[00:33.53] When the sordid son breaks your sordid ways
[00:37.07] The foul mob claim sin for sin
[00:44.21] Every rotten urge seems to exist within
[00:46.58] This is the decade of us sordid sons
[00:48.99] We keep the devil from the streets, have justice done
[00:51.31] A sick tree bears poison fruit
[00:54.37] The sordid son kills the sickened root
[00:56.70] We rid the shadow of each wicked witch
[00:58.95] We chase the devil from the devilish twitch
[01:02.35] Crook and sinners, debauched lot
[01:26.45] Dispatched from being by the righteous knots we tie
[01:33.28] Decree by decree a burden upon us
[01:55.27] Shunned, twisted debris
[02:01.15] They all drift towards us like moths drawn to flame
[02:11.38] A fatal attraction towards death and shame
[02:15.27] A race for the gallows by a pitiful pack
[02:18.99] To join their brothers atop the sordid son's rack
[02:27.83] Bystard by bastard perish to show
[02:42.13] Their gullible brothers who watch from bellow
[02:46.39] That sin has its price and the price has its toll
[02:50.16] Paid by hangman and judges with a piece of their souls
[02:59.03] So...
[03:03.78] This is the decade of us sordid sons
[03:17.23] We keep the devil from the streets have justice done
[03:20.66] You must know this is the decade of us sordid sons
[03:27.40] We keep the devil from the streets have justice done
[03:30.57] You've got a sickened tree bearing poisoned fruits
[04:02.44] So stomp it dead beneath your sordid boot
[04:05.37] There is no rest for shaking hands
[04:13.27] Eternal servants to the crowd's demands
[04:15.71] You know an ordered prospeous happy kind
[04:23.40] Need their bastard sons and their sordid minds
[04:26.23] See the devil hides behind many a guise
[04:33.82] And you can't be certain until the subject dies
[04:44.28] All shun the bastard son of law
[05:25.62] Disposable justice whore
[05:51.74] Bastard son
[05:55.45] All shun the bastard son
[05:57.64] No one, the bastard son
[05:59.90] Filthy
[06:01.30] Unclean
[06:03.79] Bastard son of law
[06:14.87]