Southern style Southern style, free and easy Southern style, warm and breezy If you met her, man believe me You'd want her to stay a while Only sinners with a savior 'Cause her mom and daddy raised her She says, she don't believe in strangers Sun kissed

The Rites of Man Let me hear the band Play the Rites of Man Come on and lift my head Lead me to the door Oh make me understand Raise me off the floor Come on and pick me up Found my coat

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

I was born in ashes of molten hatred Raised by demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have become become the resurrection of the evil one 'Yknow that I don't fucking care If I live

He drank ole poison whiskey 'Til it killed him dead. Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man. Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor "Hey doctor, won't you check his head?" The only thing

I don’t believe anymore Raised by wolves Stronger than fear Running wild We were raised by wolves If I open my eyes You disappear Face down on a broken street There’s a man in the corner

feed my flame! Rape these wounds! Raise me high! Through Thy rage my will manifests Bless my path!

The Rites of Man Let me hear the band Play the Rites of Man Come on and lift my head Lead me to the door Oh make me understand Raise me off the floor Come on and pick me up Found my coat

She loves a violin, I love a fiddle We go separate ways but we meet in the middle Don't see eye to eye but we're hand in hand A blue blooded woman and a redneck man The lady I love loves silk and satin She was raised uptown with a silver spoon Well, I

I belong to the drinking class Monday through Friday, man we bust our backs If you're one of us, raise your glass We belong to the drinking class If you gotta, gotta label me, label me proud We're up when the rooster crows Clock in when the whistle blows