Leathermouth And The Skeleton Crew
I'll tell you a tale as old as The South
'Bout an evil old man they call Leathermouth
He claimed hundreds of victims both women and men
Unleashing his vengeance in the name of sin
He was ornery old cuss, feared far and wide
His skeleton crew rode by his side
Slaying all in their path with rage and disdain
They got their rocks off by inflicting pain
Dispersing their wrath with Leathermouth at the helm
Satan ruled below, but this was his realm
Leathermouth showed no mercy, ruled with an iron fist
With strength in numbers it was futile to resist
His Crew rode into town, and we were ready
We stood our ground, but were still unsteady
They attacked us with a fury, striking hard and fast
At the rate we were dropping, I knew we wouldn't last
They shot and killed my family and friends
It seemed like the mayhem would never end
When the dust finally settled and the sky became clear
I was face to face with the "Man" that I feared
I dropped to my knees admitting defeat
Leathermouth just sneered with a look of conceit
He took out his sword and lopped off my head
With no one to comfort, I was better off dead
The demons from Hell rose up from below
The sky turned dark with a brilliant red glow
They dragged my soul down into the void
My family was gone, My town was destroyed
So let this be a lesson, you had better heed
If you fight Leathermouths crew you won't succeed
You'll wind up down here, suffering in purgatory
And that's the gospel truth, it ain't no fuckin' story
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