No Son of Mine and Pigs is Pigs

First two songs off of The Big Dirty by Every Time I Die. Couldn't find any high quality videos of these two awesome songs, so I took the liberty to upload it.

No Son of Mine:

We've drained full confession booths
Polluted drinking wells with our repentances and then stood,
Grinning with our arm around shoulders of a rotting child.
Hold that pose.
Provisional, arrogant little pigs who devour their siblings.

Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed.
Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed.

Famine fathered a moth. Famine fathered a moth
That begot our fathers.

Keep your voices down I'm sneaking out.
Hey! What's the big idea?
Keep your fucking hands off the insight
That rat has got its mother's eyes.
That rat has got its mother's eyes.
Breeding ad nauseam, they are ouring themselves into the sea.

Stop. Thief.
Stop. Thief.
Stop. Thief.
Stop. Thief.
Stop. Thief.
Stop. Thief.
Stop. Thief.

Leave your drunken accident at the prom.
It'll grow to mend your broken heart.
Don't sign the dotted line (Every house is a little bit of Hollywood).
The world is too incredible to bring such ugliness into it.
The artist is sneaking down the hall to impregnate the last of its kin.
Indescernible mute in a swarm of derivatives.
And I deny any part. I deny any part of a
Deadbeat godfather.
Deadbeat godfather.
Deadbeat godfather.
Bite your tongue. Who taught you those words?
Blaspheme! When you are under my roof
Don't ever say "Rock and Roll"
Don't ever say "Rock and Roll"

Pigs is Pigs:

Oh Lord I am saved
Judge says I am fit to swing
'Bout time I have prayed
My woman just might wear my ring

Oh you know I'm no good
You know I'm no good
At court ordered goodbyes

But when I'm gone you'll see, I'll be a better man yet
For the dispossession, take it back in to your arms
Better keep me close to your heart
You better keep me close to your heart

The defiant had me cornered in a store
And it let me walk out the front door
At the scene of the crime

Hang 'em high, keep your thoughts breached
Let 'em swing, make 'em swing till it hurts
And if you still believe that men guilty of love can't survive
Then hang 'em high or not at all

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh you know it gets hard
It just gets so hard going limp in your arms

I'm approaching a smoking gun
There's no chance of me walking out of here alive
This is all very literal
I can't bring myself around to write an excuse this time

We're liberated by the hearts that are prisoners
We're taken hostage by the ones that we break
Throw the book, throw the book
Throw the book, throw the book

You had me strung up by the tail
And you put me back

Hang 'em high, keep your thoughts breached
Let 'em swing, make 'em swing till it hurts
And if you still believe that men guilty of love can't survive
Then hang 'em high or not at all

Where did you get the privilege to pardon me?


Enjoy!

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• Every time I die
• ETID
• No Son of Mine
• Pigs is Pigs
• metal
• southern metal
• badass
• shred

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