Old man, dead hand If only in their insanity The lie feeds off their greed I am the man that defends all things profane 6000 years is the time that I shall reign And with a grin drank the blood of holy swine Impurity made the blood turn into wine I am

This impossible year There's no sunshine There's no good times There's no you and me Only black days and sky grey And clouds full of fear And storms full of sorrow That won't disappear Just typhoons and monsoons

It's a kind of magic The bell that rings inside your mind Is challenging the doors of time There can be only one This rage that lasts a thousand years Will soon be done A kind of magic One dream one soul one prize one goal One golden glance of what

Take a chance, come dance with a cowboy Playin stopped playin long time ago with childish toys It's only men in here; deuce deuce inch Pirelli and Goodyear niggaz, sip malt liquor beer They gave me sixth man of the year, came off the bench for Tha Liks

It's harvest time It's harvest time in this little town Time to bring it on in Pay the loans down And make another round There's a big red moon coming up in the sky Combine's cutting in a staggered line The only time of year We missed the church bell's