Black Mountain Album

A-one, two, three
Another pop explosion
A-one, two, three
Another hit recording
A-four, five six,
Seven eight, nine ten
Four, five six,
Seven eight, nine ten

A horse was maimed
Running Wild on freeway
A man was killed standing still in his doorway
That song was playing
We all said 'no way!'
That song was playing
We all said 'no way!'

A-one, two, three
Another pop explosion
A-one, two, three
Another hit recording
A-four, five six,
Seven eight, nine ten
Four, five six,
Seven eight, nine ten

A horse was maimed
Running Wild on freeway
A man was killed standing still in his doorway
That song was playing
We all said 'no way!'
That song was playing
We all said 'no way!'

Oh we can't stand
All (of) your modern music
Oh we feel afflicted.

Don't run our hearts around,
Don't hit 'em to the ground.
Let's find a better place,
And quit this whole damn race.

I've planned our great escape,
Through lens and wire.
I'm fast but you are quick.

Don't run our hearts around.

What they said,
What they said you could become.
Hit the lights,
You're the chosen one.
What they said you could become.

Don't run our hearts around.

Hello Mr. Holy Hands
Blood in the sky
Said, are you freedom man
Oh, are you freedom man
Oh, we're young and fast
Lighting up the sky
Lighting up the sky

Sweet, sweet druganaut
Oh, rocket, rocket launch

Hello Mr. Holy Hands
Blood in the sky
Said, are you freedom man
Oh, are you freedom man
Oh, we're young and fast
Lighting up the sky
Lighting up the sky

O, muse,
I'm embarassed,
Of what happened.
Let's light up your down,
And get things happening.
We can't get no satisfaction,
We can't get no satisfaction.

Hurry, hurry, hurry,
Miss contractions.
Let's light up your down,
And get things happening.
We can't get no satisfaction.

'Cause everybody likes to,
Claim things.
And everybody likes to,
Shame things.
And everybody likes to,
Clang bells around.

O, muse,
I'm embarassed,
Of what happened.
Let's light up your down,
And get things happening.
We can't get no satisfaction,
We can't get no satisfaction.

'Cause everybody likes to,
Claim things.
And everybody likes to,
Shame things.
Hang around,
They like to clang around.

'Cause everybody likes to
Claim things.
And everybody likes to,
Shame things.
And everybody likes to,
Clang bells around.

there are killers
in this town
killer, killers
with all their killer plans
a war is on the horizon
won't you let us be

the war machine keeps on rolling
evil minds and hearts of stone
have you done more
than you can swallow?
lord, won't you set us free?

there are killers
in this town
killer, killers
with all their killer plans
a war is on the horizon
lord, won't you let us be

and set us free
and overthrow your war machine
and let us be
and set us free
and set us free
and let us be

No hits,
In the modern age.
No hits,
No hits,
On the frequencies.
No hits,
No hits,
Halt the dancing crowds.

Terror,
Terror,
Making it in the shade.
Terror,
Terror,
Won't you fall for me?
Terror,
Terror,
Have you been faking the sounds?

No hits,
In the modern age.
No hits,
On the TV screens.
Lemme holler,
Lemme holler,
Lemme holler,
Against the pop star dream.

No hits,
In the modern age.
No hits,
No hits,
On the frequencies.
No hits,
No hits,
Halt the dancing crowds.

Terror,
Terror,
Making it in the shade.
Terror,
Terror,
Won't you fall for me?
Terror,
Terror,
Have you been faking the sounds?

No hits,
In the modern age.
No hits,
On the TV screens.
Lemme holler,
Lemme holler,
Lemme holler,
Against the pop star dream.

No hits.

Trickled down,
To the valley below,
Heart of snow.
Let go let go.
But your sad wings,
Won't fly you home,
No more.

Hellfire,
You're wrong,
Our hopes have held high.
Hellfire,
You're wrong,
Our hopes will not die.
But your proud wings,
Won't carry you home.

Trickled down,
To the valley below,
Heart of snow.
Let go let go.
But your sad wings,
Won't fly you home,
No more.

Lay down your guitars.
And buck up superstars.
And hush now all you kids.

I was seventeen,
In nineteen thirty-three.
Splitting out of my seams,
Can't you see what I've seen?
I'll be one one four,
By the third world war.
Faulty times.
Faulty times.

Let's smoke some kill,
And get outta this place.

Lived a life of crime,
Since about grade nine.
So whose side you on?
Whose side you on?
But ain't it a loss,
A dental floss?
Faulty times.
Faulty times.

Let's smoke some kill,
And get outta this place.

'Cause nobody likes your,
Fucked up plans,
Of shooting up some foreign land,
That's spread it's weight,
In spite of all your laws.
That's spread it's weight,
In spite of all your laws.

I was seventeen,
In nineteen thirty-three.
Splitting out of my seams,
Can't you see what I've seen?
I'll be one one four,
By the third world war.
Faulty times.
Faulty times.

Let's smoke some kill,
And get outta this place.

'Cause nobody likes your,
Fucked up plans,
Of shooting up some foreign land,
That's spread it's weight,
In spite of all your laws.
That's spread it's weight,
In spite of all your laws.