Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
In the glory
I forced my hands in the fire
And my Sunday's best
Is covered up in briar
They can't lead me to the water
And I'll drown myself in rye
Cause I'd rather be
A mighty beast
With her up in dry
Long horns sharp as hell
Rest my bones on a bed of nails
Southland jubilee
Sounds like ain't no hope for me
You and I, a crown of thorns
Are doomed to die the day we're born
Break the bread and tell the priest
The sinful man is a mighty beast
Hey!
Long horns sharp as hell
Rest my bones on a bed of nails
Southland Jubilee
Sounds like ain't no hope for me
Longhorn sharp as hell
Rest my bones on a bed of nails
Southland Jubilee
Sounds like ain't no hope for me
You and I are crown of thorns
Are doomed to die the day you walk down
Break the bread and tell the priest
A sinful man is a mighty beast
Longhorn sharp as hell
Southland Jubilee

Longhorn sharp as hell
Rest my bones on a bed of nails










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