lucanus pell the man frum hell .,.apocalyptic .,.other .,. rock .,. blues .,. funk .,. acoustic .,. hip hop .,. experimental .,. comedy .,. jazz .,.alternative
this road shall not be paved, i will stand alone
renegade to friends i've made & traitor to my home
the sun won't ever shine on me again
and here they will hate my name
/but this empty space will one day overflow
with the dust of all the decent places i would ever know
a man from hell can agree; that if God has a plan for even me
then He must have another for the world
/i turned on all that was good
when they left me out in the cold
i got 30 damned pieces of silver
for the city with a heart of gold
/why assume the aliens are in cahoots with angels?
ghosts and demons cry, i can hear them by the painful
singin' 'sin weary, guiltridden, borderline, frostbitten'
everywhere that i go
