Watch the video for 'Brothers in Arms': https://youtu.be/Vj7-7r4h8Kk
Watch the video for 'Dear Sadie': https://youtu.be/-YMZN4ejDyI
Watch the video for 'Dear Sadie': https://youtu.be/-YMZN4ejDyI
CREDITS & LYRICS
A Murder of Songs
The 2023 release by Grant Peeples
For Sadie, because
“I fear there’s no one else who’ll tell you…”
Produced: by Danny Goddard, with Elisabeth Williamson
Executive producer: The Peeples Republik
Mixed: by Kris Kolp, with Danny Goddard, at Log Cabin Studio, Tallahassee
Engineered: by Kris Kolp, Lon Williamson, John Kelly and others
Mastered: by Steven Berson, Total Sonic Media, Austin
Crow painting: by Eileen Monaghan Whitaker
Photo of painting: by Inga Finch
Graphic designs: by Jay Payne
The players: Grant Peeples, Danny Goddard, Kelly Goddard, Brian Durham, Lis Williamson, Lon Williamson, Deb Berlinger, Avis Berry, Razi Rwito, Gurf Morlix, Mark Patton, Clyde Ramsay, Kris Kolp, Mike Lagasse, Lorna Simes, Erik Alvar, Aaron O’Rourke, Doug Stock, Landon Gay, Christian Ward, Scott Anderson, Cody Williford, Emmet Carlisle, Joseph Interrante, Vinnie Seplesky, Tracy Collins, Tim Lorsch, Will Barrow.
Special thanks to Donna Mavity, for so many years of so much help with so many things. And to my mother, for living to see the day.
This album of songs was recorded in over ten different studios by dozens of musicians and engineers. It has taken over two years to complete. This is not how I ever dreamed of making a record, though I knew from the start it was how this one was going to have to get made—if it was going to get made at all.
Much of the tracking was done during the confines of the pandemic. Everybody was living in some kind of strange and awkward bubble. I knew that making a record in such an elongated and spread-about manner would mean the tones and textures would vary more widely from song to song than they would if everything was being recorded in the same place by the same people. Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, Tom Waits and Leonard Cohen—they never made records in this disparate way. And for reason.
The idea, though, was that if the thematic elements of the songs were interrelated, and if there was an artistic/creative center that linked them all, we could then make a record that sounded like all the tracks were cut from the same bolt of cloth. Credit Danny Goddard and Kris Kolp for understanding how to overcome the hurdles therein, and for fulfilling my vision, such as it was, for the album.
A Murder of Songs
Brothers in Arms – 4:07 M. Knopfler / ASCAP
This is the Good News – 4:52 D. Goddard/BMI & G. Peeples/BMI
Revolutionary Reel! —2:17 G. Peeples/BMI
Dear Sadie – 3:44 G. Peeples/BMI
Insurrection Song (January 6)-2:29 G. Peeples/BMI. C. Williford
The Restless Ones—3:12 G. Peeples/BMI
Liberal with a Gun—3:27 G. Peeples/BMI
Elisabeth—3:14 G. Peeples/BMI
Let’s Start Killing Each Other-2:48 G. Peeples/BMI
“To argue with men who have renounced the use and authority of reason,
is like administering medicine to the dead.” Thomas Paine
“Make art, people!” Grant Peeples
__________________________________________________________________
LYRICS AND STORIES BEHIND THE SONGS:
Brothers in Arms by Mark Knopfler
These mist covered mountains are home now for me
But my home is in the lowlands, and always will be
Someday you’ll return to your valleys and your farms
And you’ll no longer burn to be brothers in arms
Through these fields of destruction, baptism of fire
I’ve witnessed your suffering as the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad, with all the fear and alarm
You did not desert me, my brothers in arms
There’s so many different worlds
So many different suns
But all we have is this world
And still, we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell, and the moon is riding high
So, let me bid you farewell, my friends, every man, he has to die
But it's written in the starlight and every line there in your palm
That we’re fools to make war on our brothers in arms
________________________________________________________________
This is the Good News by Danny Goddard, Grant Peeples
All the heads are talking ‘bout what’s going down
All the good folks know it don’t matter any how
Big boom on the morning news, orphaned by lunch
They got a new one coming down, call it a hunch
Anything is possible when nothing is for sure
Anyone can do these things, things never done before
This is the good news, this is the bad news
It’s a crime to live in peace, they got us in the dark
Is it a crime of consciousness, or a crime of the heart
You see the big man came to town, he’s gonna take a shot
Is he the villain that we need, or just the only one we’ve got?
Anything is possible when nothing is for sure
Anyone can do these things, things never done before
This is the good news, this is the bad news
Listen to the children, hear what the children say.
They’re crying out for peace and love, they’re crying for today
Might have to leave here soon - start a new old way.
We gotta make it out so it don’t catch up with us someday
Anything is possible when nothing is for sure
Anyone can do these things, things never done before
This is the good news, this is the bad news…
This is the bad news
Revolutionary Reel! By Grant Peeples
All gas, no brakes, people doing what it takes
In the streets a fever’s burning, I can feel the screw is turning
Though I’m not here to say I know what a dead man feels
Might be time to abandon caution, a little action instead of talking
Play a little revolutionary reel
Curfews and quarantines
Whoever thought we’d see these things
Rooftops are lined with marksmen
Seas have warmed, the sky has darkened
Though I’m not laying blame, I’m seeing a big reveal
Might be time to explore the options
Keep the good, toss out the rotten
And play a little revolutionary reel
Though I’m not here to say I know what a dead man feels
Might be time to abandon caution, a little action instead of talking
Play a little revolutionary, play a little revolutionary
Play a little revolutionary reel
_______________________________________________________________
Dear Sadie by Grant Peeples
Dear Sadie: I want to tell you ‘bout the family
Tallahassee and Mississippi, that’s the dirt that you come from
Your ancestors, they were rugged, hardy and strong-willed
They stole a continent from another people
And some are plundering it still
Dear Sadie: I fear there’s no one else to tell you:
That there are traitors in your bloodlines
Who took-up arms against our nation
They attacked the Constitution
And had their asses handed to them
Dear Sadie: this is the past we can’t forget
Aside from bird mess on some monument
Being white’s still fraught with privilege
I pray your eyes are never blinded to this truth
I hope your heart’s put to its fullest use
And that you grow-up to love others
As one would love one’s only brother, dear Sadie
There’s just two kinds of people in the world, little girl
But both of them are in you, the two are right there beside you
And you’ll become which of the two you choose to be you
Which is part of what I’d hoped to have the chance to teach you
That, and how to sharpen-up a word, sing a ringing Dylan verse
Read some Mary Oliver, play an E chord on guitar
I’d hoped to try, but I’m afraid we’ll miss that ride
Dear Sadie: I know now you’ll never know me
But one day you can ask your daddy
You can ask him what I stood for
And let him tell you what I stood for, dear Sadie
Insurrection Song (January 6, 2021) by Grant Peeples and Cody Williford
Let us all remember the day in ‘21
The 6th of January when the deadly deed was done
Oh, they charged right up the hallowed steps and busted down the doors
They were shoving past and breaking glass and spittin’ on the floors
It was an insurrection, so patriots must stand.
And heed the call for justice and let leniency be damned
Cause freedom’s just another word for all we have to lose
Let the sonsabitches rot in jail for what they tried to do
A violent mob of QAnon, ProudBoys and Boogaloos
Just fascists, thugs and racists, a band of angry fools
They were chanting words of treason, waving flags that bore the name
Of the lyin’ lame-duck loser, the one who stoked the flame
It was an insurrection, so patriots must stand
And heed the call for justice and let leniency be damned
Cause freedom’s just another word for all we have to lose
Let the sonsabitches rot in jail for what they tried to do
So, when you hear their cry for unity while questioning the facts
Remember its bad faith and lies that led them to attack
On that darkened day in history let it not be forgot
That a coup’s a coup no matter who has planned the evil plot
It was an insurrection, so patriots must stand
And heed the call for justice and let leniency be damned
Cause freedom’s just another word for all we have to lose
Let the sonsabitches rot in jail for what they tried to do
Let the sonsabitches rot in jail what they tried to do
______________________________________________________________
The Restless Ones by Grant Peeples
I’ve always run with the restless ones
Those whose dreams won’t let um sleep at night
Misfits and wanderers, and wrestlers of Time;
Artists & rebels who will pick a fight
I keep um close, don’t let um slip away,
Cause they got ‘it’ and it’s the only thing
The only thing I ever count on, cause…
I’ve always run with the restless ones
They’re seldom burdened with regret and such:
Reckless and fearless, they live on the edge
At times they’re quick to take off their gloves,
They pay no mind to what the playbook says
They walk a highwire, and they walk it fast;
Riding waves they know won’t last
They’re way out there and well, we stay in touch,
I’ve always run with the restless ones
A word of caution ‘bout boundaries and such
Cause when they play, man, they play rough
Edgy and fidgety and wild at heart
They’re always working without a net
Going full-throttle, deep in the dark
They grind it out, and don’t ever quit
They write with fire, and they paint with blood but
To them it’s never quite enough
It’s craziness but it’s what I feed on
I’ve always run with the restless ones
Yes, I still run with the restless ones
_________________________________________________________________
Liberal with a Gun by Grant Peeples
I climbed up on the mountain to see what they’d done
They were waving flags and banging on their drums
Their sabers, they were rattling, jackboots on the march
They had venom in the eye and hatred in their heart
Their crosses, they were burning in the valley
The Truth, it was staring at the sun
I know they’re locked and loaded, but they ain’t the only ones
They better look though cause there’s liberals, and they too got guns
Well I feel a little edgy, got my patience running low
I took it for a while, but I ain’t gonna take no more
They been wanting the Almighty to do their dirty work
But when you play with fire somebody’s gonna get hurt
They wrapped their arms around the darkness
And look at all the evil what they done
You can weep and say a prayer, bout what the country has become
And leave the dirty work to liberals with guns
I got no name to protect, no credibility to lose
Ain’t afraid no more of what I just might do
We had a knee down on their necks, but I guess we kinda choked
No, it ain’t over till your brother counts the votes
Crosses, are now burning in the valley
The Truth, it is staring at the sun
No, it wasn’t without warning, now it’s officially begun
They better look out though, for liberals who still have guns
I know they’re locked and loaded, but they ain’t the only ones
I say, no, they ain’t the only ones
Elisabeth by Grant Peeples
Well, life on life’s terms ain’t no helluva deal
Even with both hands on the wheel
It’s still a mighty rugged road we ride.
Though we might reinvent ourselves
We don’t really become someone else
And I’m here to tell you, tomorrow ain’t no place hide
Elisabeth, is it just the coffee talking?
As I struggle thru the fog of yet another brutal morning
I am wishing I was there, with you in your sacred garden
Sipping from that cup of wisdom that we have come to share
Anything we choose to sing can and will be used against us
Oh, it’s a heartbreaking business
And we keep both hands on the plow
Cause there won’t be no turning back
No shaving corners off these troubles
No lights in any tunnels and not a chance of digging out
Oh, Elisabeth, is it just the coffee talking?
As I struggle thru the fog of yet another brutal morning
I am wishing I was there with you in your sacred garden
Sipping from that cup of wisdom that we have come to share
Yeah, Elisabeth:
Oh, a restless sun is rising on a melancholy morning
And the dawn of indecision has found me calling for ya.
Elisabeth, is it just the coffee talking?
As I struggle thru the fog of yet another brutal morning
I am wishing I was there with you in your sacred garden
Sipping from that cup of wisdom that we have come to share
Sipping from this cup of wisdom that we have come to share
Let’s Start Killing Each Other by Grant Peeples
It was way back in 1975
When I first had some hope for our cultural divide
That’s when I saw hippies and rednecks dance side-by-side
At Willie Nelson’s Texan 4th of July
But in the last few years I’ve seen a troubling change
It’s like both sides now have just gone insane
Yea, everybody’s screaming and nobody’s listening
It seems to me like a timebomb’s ticking
Got your leftwing, rightwing, your black and white
Conservatives and Liberals just itching for a fight
When you know they’re wrong and they swear they’re right
You can bet there’s gonna be trouble
So, just whip out a switchblade, pull out a gun
Pistol whip some sumbitch just for fun
And don’t stop dealing till the dealing’s done.
Till we start killing each other
You know you’re wasting time, trying to pump the brakes
Winning never happens for those who hesitate
Gotta ask yourself if you got what it takes
To take aim at your brother
So get your axe handle ready, get your machete sharp
Brit bats, ice picks, and poison darts
It’ll be hard to stop once this stuff starts
Once we start killing each other
Don’t let the circle be unbroken, don’t let the sunshine in
Who gives a damn where all the flowers have gone
The answers aren’t blowing in the wind
So, don’t be afraid to take a stance
Let’s all be victims of circumstance
You gotta be willing to give killing a chance
Yeah, let’s start killing each other
Oh, let’s start killing, let’s start killing…
It looks to me like we’re about to start killing each other
A Murder of Songs
The 2023 release by Grant Peeples
For Sadie, because
“I fear there’s no one else who’ll tell you…”
Produced: by Danny Goddard, with Elisabeth Williamson
Executive producer: The Peeples Republik
Mixed: by Kris Kolp, with Danny Goddard, at Log Cabin Studio, Tallahassee
Engineered: by Kris Kolp, Lon Williamson, John Kelly and others
Mastered: by Steven Berson, Total Sonic Media, Austin
Crow painting: by Eileen Monaghan Whitaker
Photo of painting: by Inga Finch
Graphic designs: by Jay Payne
The players: Grant Peeples, Danny Goddard, Kelly Goddard, Brian Durham, Lis Williamson, Lon Williamson, Deb Berlinger, Avis Berry, Razi Rwito, Gurf Morlix, Mark Patton, Clyde Ramsay, Kris Kolp, Mike Lagasse, Lorna Simes, Erik Alvar, Aaron O’Rourke, Doug Stock, Landon Gay, Christian Ward, Scott Anderson, Cody Williford, Emmet Carlisle, Joseph Interrante, Vinnie Seplesky, Tracy Collins, Tim Lorsch, Will Barrow.
Special thanks to Donna Mavity, for so many years of so much help with so many things. And to my mother, for living to see the day.
This album of songs was recorded in over ten different studios by dozens of musicians and engineers. It has taken over two years to complete. This is not how I ever dreamed of making a record, though I knew from the start it was how this one was going to have to get made—if it was going to get made at all.
Much of the tracking was done during the confines of the pandemic. Everybody was living in some kind of strange and awkward bubble. I knew that making a record in such an elongated and spread-about manner would mean the tones and textures would vary more widely from song to song than they would if everything was being recorded in the same place by the same people. Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, Tom Waits and Leonard Cohen—they never made records in this disparate way. And for reason.
The idea, though, was that if the thematic elements of the songs were interrelated, and if there was an artistic/creative center that linked them all, we could then make a record that sounded like all the tracks were cut from the same bolt of cloth. Credit Danny Goddard and Kris Kolp for understanding how to overcome the hurdles therein, and for fulfilling my vision, such as it was, for the album.
A Murder of Songs
Brothers in Arms – 4:07 M. Knopfler / ASCAP
This is the Good News – 4:52 D. Goddard/BMI & G. Peeples/BMI
Revolutionary Reel! —2:17 G. Peeples/BMI
Dear Sadie – 3:44 G. Peeples/BMI
Insurrection Song (January 6)-2:29 G. Peeples/BMI. C. Williford
The Restless Ones—3:12 G. Peeples/BMI
Liberal with a Gun—3:27 G. Peeples/BMI
Elisabeth—3:14 G. Peeples/BMI
Let’s Start Killing Each Other-2:48 G. Peeples/BMI
“To argue with men who have renounced the use and authority of reason,
is like administering medicine to the dead.” Thomas Paine
“Make art, people!” Grant Peeples
__________________________________________________________________
LYRICS AND STORIES BEHIND THE SONGS:
- Brothers in Arms
Brothers in Arms by Mark Knopfler
These mist covered mountains are home now for me
But my home is in the lowlands, and always will be
Someday you’ll return to your valleys and your farms
And you’ll no longer burn to be brothers in arms
Through these fields of destruction, baptism of fire
I’ve witnessed your suffering as the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad, with all the fear and alarm
You did not desert me, my brothers in arms
There’s so many different worlds
So many different suns
But all we have is this world
And still, we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell, and the moon is riding high
So, let me bid you farewell, my friends, every man, he has to die
But it's written in the starlight and every line there in your palm
That we’re fools to make war on our brothers in arms
________________________________________________________________
- This is the Good News
This is the Good News by Danny Goddard, Grant Peeples
All the heads are talking ‘bout what’s going down
All the good folks know it don’t matter any how
Big boom on the morning news, orphaned by lunch
They got a new one coming down, call it a hunch
Anything is possible when nothing is for sure
Anyone can do these things, things never done before
This is the good news, this is the bad news
It’s a crime to live in peace, they got us in the dark
Is it a crime of consciousness, or a crime of the heart
You see the big man came to town, he’s gonna take a shot
Is he the villain that we need, or just the only one we’ve got?
Anything is possible when nothing is for sure
Anyone can do these things, things never done before
This is the good news, this is the bad news
Listen to the children, hear what the children say.
They’re crying out for peace and love, they’re crying for today
Might have to leave here soon - start a new old way.
We gotta make it out so it don’t catch up with us someday
Anything is possible when nothing is for sure
Anyone can do these things, things never done before
This is the good news, this is the bad news…
This is the bad news
- Revolutionary Reel!
Revolutionary Reel! By Grant Peeples
All gas, no brakes, people doing what it takes
In the streets a fever’s burning, I can feel the screw is turning
Though I’m not here to say I know what a dead man feels
Might be time to abandon caution, a little action instead of talking
Play a little revolutionary reel
Curfews and quarantines
Whoever thought we’d see these things
Rooftops are lined with marksmen
Seas have warmed, the sky has darkened
Though I’m not laying blame, I’m seeing a big reveal
Might be time to explore the options
Keep the good, toss out the rotten
And play a little revolutionary reel
Though I’m not here to say I know what a dead man feels
Might be time to abandon caution, a little action instead of talking
Play a little revolutionary, play a little revolutionary
Play a little revolutionary reel
_______________________________________________________________
- Dear Sadie
Dear Sadie by Grant Peeples
Dear Sadie: I want to tell you ‘bout the family
Tallahassee and Mississippi, that’s the dirt that you come from
Your ancestors, they were rugged, hardy and strong-willed
They stole a continent from another people
And some are plundering it still
Dear Sadie: I fear there’s no one else to tell you:
That there are traitors in your bloodlines
Who took-up arms against our nation
They attacked the Constitution
And had their asses handed to them
Dear Sadie: this is the past we can’t forget
Aside from bird mess on some monument
Being white’s still fraught with privilege
I pray your eyes are never blinded to this truth
I hope your heart’s put to its fullest use
And that you grow-up to love others
As one would love one’s only brother, dear Sadie
There’s just two kinds of people in the world, little girl
But both of them are in you, the two are right there beside you
And you’ll become which of the two you choose to be you
Which is part of what I’d hoped to have the chance to teach you
That, and how to sharpen-up a word, sing a ringing Dylan verse
Read some Mary Oliver, play an E chord on guitar
I’d hoped to try, but I’m afraid we’ll miss that ride
Dear Sadie: I know now you’ll never know me
But one day you can ask your daddy
You can ask him what I stood for
And let him tell you what I stood for, dear Sadie
- Insurrection Song
Insurrection Song (January 6, 2021) by Grant Peeples and Cody Williford
Let us all remember the day in ‘21
The 6th of January when the deadly deed was done
Oh, they charged right up the hallowed steps and busted down the doors
They were shoving past and breaking glass and spittin’ on the floors
It was an insurrection, so patriots must stand.
And heed the call for justice and let leniency be damned
Cause freedom’s just another word for all we have to lose
Let the sonsabitches rot in jail for what they tried to do
A violent mob of QAnon, ProudBoys and Boogaloos
Just fascists, thugs and racists, a band of angry fools
They were chanting words of treason, waving flags that bore the name
Of the lyin’ lame-duck loser, the one who stoked the flame
It was an insurrection, so patriots must stand
And heed the call for justice and let leniency be damned
Cause freedom’s just another word for all we have to lose
Let the sonsabitches rot in jail for what they tried to do
So, when you hear their cry for unity while questioning the facts
Remember its bad faith and lies that led them to attack
On that darkened day in history let it not be forgot
That a coup’s a coup no matter who has planned the evil plot
It was an insurrection, so patriots must stand
And heed the call for justice and let leniency be damned
Cause freedom’s just another word for all we have to lose
Let the sonsabitches rot in jail for what they tried to do
Let the sonsabitches rot in jail what they tried to do
______________________________________________________________
- The Restless Ones
The Restless Ones by Grant Peeples
I’ve always run with the restless ones
Those whose dreams won’t let um sleep at night
Misfits and wanderers, and wrestlers of Time;
Artists & rebels who will pick a fight
I keep um close, don’t let um slip away,
Cause they got ‘it’ and it’s the only thing
The only thing I ever count on, cause…
I’ve always run with the restless ones
They’re seldom burdened with regret and such:
Reckless and fearless, they live on the edge
At times they’re quick to take off their gloves,
They pay no mind to what the playbook says
They walk a highwire, and they walk it fast;
Riding waves they know won’t last
They’re way out there and well, we stay in touch,
I’ve always run with the restless ones
A word of caution ‘bout boundaries and such
Cause when they play, man, they play rough
Edgy and fidgety and wild at heart
They’re always working without a net
Going full-throttle, deep in the dark
They grind it out, and don’t ever quit
They write with fire, and they paint with blood but
To them it’s never quite enough
It’s craziness but it’s what I feed on
I’ve always run with the restless ones
Yes, I still run with the restless ones
_________________________________________________________________
- Liberal with a Gun
Liberal with a Gun by Grant Peeples
I climbed up on the mountain to see what they’d done
They were waving flags and banging on their drums
Their sabers, they were rattling, jackboots on the march
They had venom in the eye and hatred in their heart
Their crosses, they were burning in the valley
The Truth, it was staring at the sun
I know they’re locked and loaded, but they ain’t the only ones
They better look though cause there’s liberals, and they too got guns
Well I feel a little edgy, got my patience running low
I took it for a while, but I ain’t gonna take no more
They been wanting the Almighty to do their dirty work
But when you play with fire somebody’s gonna get hurt
They wrapped their arms around the darkness
And look at all the evil what they done
You can weep and say a prayer, bout what the country has become
And leave the dirty work to liberals with guns
I got no name to protect, no credibility to lose
Ain’t afraid no more of what I just might do
We had a knee down on their necks, but I guess we kinda choked
No, it ain’t over till your brother counts the votes
Crosses, are now burning in the valley
The Truth, it is staring at the sun
No, it wasn’t without warning, now it’s officially begun
They better look out though, for liberals who still have guns
I know they’re locked and loaded, but they ain’t the only ones
I say, no, they ain’t the only ones
- Elisabeth
Elisabeth by Grant Peeples
Well, life on life’s terms ain’t no helluva deal
Even with both hands on the wheel
It’s still a mighty rugged road we ride.
Though we might reinvent ourselves
We don’t really become someone else
And I’m here to tell you, tomorrow ain’t no place hide
Elisabeth, is it just the coffee talking?
As I struggle thru the fog of yet another brutal morning
I am wishing I was there, with you in your sacred garden
Sipping from that cup of wisdom that we have come to share
Anything we choose to sing can and will be used against us
Oh, it’s a heartbreaking business
And we keep both hands on the plow
Cause there won’t be no turning back
No shaving corners off these troubles
No lights in any tunnels and not a chance of digging out
Oh, Elisabeth, is it just the coffee talking?
As I struggle thru the fog of yet another brutal morning
I am wishing I was there with you in your sacred garden
Sipping from that cup of wisdom that we have come to share
Yeah, Elisabeth:
Oh, a restless sun is rising on a melancholy morning
And the dawn of indecision has found me calling for ya.
Elisabeth, is it just the coffee talking?
As I struggle thru the fog of yet another brutal morning
I am wishing I was there with you in your sacred garden
Sipping from that cup of wisdom that we have come to share
Sipping from this cup of wisdom that we have come to share
- Let’s Start Killing Each Other
Let’s Start Killing Each Other by Grant Peeples
It was way back in 1975
When I first had some hope for our cultural divide
That’s when I saw hippies and rednecks dance side-by-side
At Willie Nelson’s Texan 4th of July
But in the last few years I’ve seen a troubling change
It’s like both sides now have just gone insane
Yea, everybody’s screaming and nobody’s listening
It seems to me like a timebomb’s ticking
Got your leftwing, rightwing, your black and white
Conservatives and Liberals just itching for a fight
When you know they’re wrong and they swear they’re right
You can bet there’s gonna be trouble
So, just whip out a switchblade, pull out a gun
Pistol whip some sumbitch just for fun
And don’t stop dealing till the dealing’s done.
Till we start killing each other
You know you’re wasting time, trying to pump the brakes
Winning never happens for those who hesitate
Gotta ask yourself if you got what it takes
To take aim at your brother
So get your axe handle ready, get your machete sharp
Brit bats, ice picks, and poison darts
It’ll be hard to stop once this stuff starts
Once we start killing each other
Don’t let the circle be unbroken, don’t let the sunshine in
Who gives a damn where all the flowers have gone
The answers aren’t blowing in the wind
So, don’t be afraid to take a stance
Let’s all be victims of circumstance
You gotta be willing to give killing a chance
Yeah, let’s start killing each other
Oh, let’s start killing, let’s start killing…
It looks to me like we’re about to start killing each other