The Lost Father's Son (Neon Cut)
Lyrics
Verse 1
cigarette smoke wafting in...
like a mothership cloud,
storm brewing behind it's vail,
aces and clubs...
kings and queens...
behind every hand,
45 ACP's,
locked and loaded...
slight of hand
even slighter of mind,
in this house of cards
home to only the crooked
and the stained...
if only they knew!
they're all holding dead man's hands...
tonight!
heavy guitar riff followed by banjo instrumental
Pre-chours
in this den of corruption!
dungeon of vice!
aiding the afflicted...
to ruin there lives!
among them sits... one who survived...
the downfall of his father!
to their like!
chorus
blood on the cards!
blood on the dice!
blood on their hands!
never to be put right!
no there's no justice in this world...
only vengeance!
only revenge!
no black left on the Roulette wheel...
now it shows only crimson red!
guitar and banjo instrumental with violin
Verse 2
it started in a blink,
that lost father's son...
dropped his hand...
and lifted his gun,
shots cried out!!
four men lie dead...
each left with nothing,
but a hollow head!
the den erupted! in a cacophony!...
of shouting voices,
blood curdling screams!
more and more shots rang out...
fading into the night,
the stand off lasted for hours...
was one hell of a fight,
guitar riff followed by beat drop and banjo
Pre-chours
in this den of corruption!
dungeon of vice!
aiding the afflicted...
to ruin there lives!
among them sits... one who survived...
the downfall of his father!
to their like!
chorus
blood on the cards!
blood on the dice!
blood on their hands!
never to be put right!
no there's no justice in this world...
only vengeance!
only revenge!
no black left on the Roulette wheel...
now it shows only crimson red!!!
violin and banjo instrumental
bridge
it wasn't right
but was It Justified?
a Pit of sin!
a bed of thorns!
pulled up by the roots...
and then salted with blood...
evil pitted against evil...
and the lesser one... Won!!!
Verse 3
gun smoke wafting
like the Mist after a storm...
most men inside...
lying dead, or dying, on the floor...
the lost father's son...
stood stoic, eyes on the horizon...
spoken
watching the red sun
slowly rising
instrumental
as the sirens drew closer,
to the Bloody scene,
the lost father's son...
drew the last breath,
that he'd ever breathe...
mission completed,
his purpose fulfilled,
vengeance was taken...
when their blood was spilled...
rock banjo instrumental
Pre-chours
in this den of corruption!
dungeon of vice!
now still, and gore filled!
with no signs of life!
the lost father's son,
didn't make the wrongs right...
but he evened the score!
on that Bloody night!!
chorus
blood on the cards!
blood on the dice!
blood on their hands!
never to be put right!!
no there's no justice in this world...
only vengeance!
only revenge!!
no black left on the Roulette wheel...
now it shows only crimson Red!!!