Sheesh. I about didn't get this done. This is the Heimdall character talking, and the cop is dead. One more song to go.The production is pretty shoddy on this one. I ran out of time.
lyrics
Heard you got another
She was a wife and mother
You left her face down in the tub
I swear when they find you
You son of a bitch
Gon’ be Hell to pay
You self-righteous demon
Those Gods that you believe in
Never ain’t gon’ lift you up
You were seen in
St. Louis Cathedral, the gall…
Pray to God above
Crows told the story
To her father
He came for you
Bullets were flyin’
The sheriff
He got hit with two
Her daddy went down
As was written
Poor papa, he knew
The wrath of his daughter
Is coming to cut you in two
The people they are reelin’
The holy and the heathens
Forgotten, they’re callin’ for blood
You ran out the back
Hit the sewers and then you got away
Crows told the story
To her father
He came for you
Bullets were flyin’
The sheriff
He got hit with two
Her daddy went down
As was written
Poor papa, he knew
The wrath of his daughter
Is coming to cut you in two
She’ll lay you down
She’ll lay you down
She’ll lay you down
To rest
[Gm riff bit - instrumental this time, end with an Asus4 to A]
[In 6/8…]
Winding road
Fly away
She’s comin’ for you
And there’s Hell to pay
Stealing time
Ain’t your’s to take
That outlaw life
Gon’ put you away
Known about you since Dragon’s Tail
I promise you son you gon’ catch Hell
Ain’t no state line gon’ keep you safe
Adelaide’s time put you in yo’ place
You can run but you can’t hide
You ain’t gon’ stop the comin’ tide
Your petty wrath ain’t got shit on their pride!
[Descending Dm thing gets me back to]
Seen you in the red light
Bout fifteen to midnight
Losing yourself in the flood
The Fates they are pulling your strings
And you won’t see another day
You self-righteous demon
Those Gods that you believe in
Never ain’t gon’ lift you up
Spooning the world
Into your gaping maw
You ain’t got away
Crows told the story
To her father
He came for you
Bullets were flyin’
The sheriff
He got hit with two
Her daddy went down
As was written
Poor papa, he knew
The wrath of his daughter
Is coming to cut you…
[Big long hold on that half cadence to 7/8 accelerated riff to a tempo 6/8 open E5 with mad open harmony to get that Catholic Church vibe]
Crows told the story
To her father
He came for you
Bullets were flyin’
The sheriff
He got hit with two
Her daddy went down
As was written
Poor papa, he knew
The wrath of his daughter
Is coming to cut you in two
You’ll be laid down
You’ll be laid down
You’ll be laid down
To rest
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