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The Run

from Marauder by Larman Clamor

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Horse is on the run now, buildin' up speed, yeah
Snakebite got you rough, knocked ya offa your feet

Juju symbols on that skin, fire comes from deep within...

Banjo on the shoulder, spiders to the right
Bein' better sucked into black, black night, yeah

Couldn't deserve it any better, never could move any slower
Hold on, hold tight - gotta move futher, ah!

They call me the outlaw, original sinner
Scarred and ill-fated, buffalo skinner
They call me the outlaw, ragged ol' sinner
Death on your faces, buffalo skinner

They call me the outlaw, original sinner
Thrown into your feces, buffalo skinner
They call me the outlaw, ragged ol' sinner
Dust on your faces, buffalo skinner

Horse on the run and you high on speed, aw
And you hear that same ol' song

That same old song
That same old song...

Blood's burnin' deep and pressure's goin' high up
All odds've gotten beat down
T'was your fault from the start, yeah!

Anger's runnin' deep, now God left you waitin' far too long
Got a proposition for ya that will keep you movin' on
Horses drag you outta town, ground shreddin' your skin
God don't see, but I do, for your fire deep within, ah!

God's got you beaten, and you been waitin' far too long
Saddle up, lick yer bruises brother, keep haulin' on!
Burden's bangin' in your head and cookin' your brains
Cursin', prayin', howlin', baggin' all that's left, yeah!

Oh, her pale and blue juicy lips - she knew ya well
Her hips o' death and eyes o' night could-a drag you to hell
Tome of green fire, oily fingernails got a soil to grind
Skull an' bones be cursed and better held up to the sky

They call me the outlaw, original sinner
Scarred and ill-fated, buffalo skinner
They call me the outlaw, ragged ol' sinner
Death on your faces, buffalo skinner

They call me the outlaw, original sinner
Thrown into your feces, buffalo skinner
They call me the outlaw, ragged ol' sinner
Dust on your faces, buffalo skinner

Her pale and blue juicy lips - she knew you well
Her hips o' death and eyes o' night could-a drag you to hell
Tome of green fire, oily fingernails got a soil to grind
Skull an' bones be cursed and better held up to the sky, yeah!

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from Marauder, released March 20, 2020

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