UKArchive ID: 26260take me out of this hellhole by royrodel
Originally published on April 15, 2011 in Song Lyrics

I murder hate by flood or field, Tho' glory's name may screen us; In wars at home I'll spend my blood- Life-giving wars of Venus. The deities that I adore Are social Peace and Plenty; I'm better pleas'd to make one more, Than be the death of twenty. I would not die like Socrates, For all the fuss of Plato; Nor would I with Leonidas, Nor yet would I with Cato: The zealots of the Church and State Shall ne'er my mortal foes be; But let me have bold Zimri's fate, Within the arms of Cozbi! now I don't know if this makes Burns a revolutionary but it's stronger than anything from Woody Guthrie to Billy Bragg anyways I read up on Zimri and Cozbi and came up with this

I ran to you with my head bowed low
after taking bribes from holy men
to play you love songs on the banjo
in your fathers glen

I only wanted a place of refuge
after seeing all the pain
people hating people
because of colour and religion

I know your heart is suspicious
but if you can't comfort me
then my clan is dead and lost
I pray to the gods that you see

Yes I sold my soul to the highest bidder
yes I bowed to to a packet of pay
yes I sat at their table
talking about your judgement day

I ran away from their madness
for years they were on my trail
with my thoughts for you
they knew they had failed

I know what they done to your kin
it'll never be the same
here's my sword kill me
if you need someone to blame

The highlands are cleared
so history will tell
Scotsman killed Scotsman
in this devils hell

From the desert I have come
there's no truth outside you
everything's falling down
they want my head in a noose

I know they'll take my life
I give you my soul
I give you my mind
take me out of this hellhole

© royrodel (royrodel on OLD UKA)
UKArchive ID: 26260
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