Blood In The Water - Shaman's Harvest

My head is spinnin.

From the doom that is proclaimed of a tolling bell

There goes your man all curled up shaken like a leaf tormented holding on to.

His personal hell

I’m not runnin' for the hills, I’m not runnin' outta fear.

I’m just runnin

Well damn your stubbornness and damn your pride

To hell with your truths and heavenly lies

Blood in the water blood in the sand

Hounds of hell been doggin' this man

Put my grave next to daddy’s stone

If I lay dead 'fore I make it home

It’s been so long cuz I’ve been runnin

With a smokin' heart and a broken gun

Yeah!

My head is ringin.

From shit that you propagate.

By your American lies

There goes your man all curled up shaken like a leaf tormented holding on to.

His American Prize

I’m not runnin' for the hills, I’m not runnin' outta fear.

I’m just runnin

Runnin' with a smokin' heart and a broken gun