Hell Goes Thru Hanging Dog - Beaten Back To Pure

Road winds through veins like legs

Godspeed to find the dregs

Full speed and hammer down

Ain’t no bodies ever found

Be careful what you wish

You don’t want none of this

At the deep south end of town

You’re hanging dog bound

I see the tracks and the other side

I know that’s where I should have died

On Big Yank’s famous deathride

Eyeslammed once again

Nothing shines where sunshine shuns

Which came first, crazy or mountain?

Distant cry of someone’s young

Hell is where you’re home.

Hell is our home…

Blood flows from veins like wine

God fearing and just in time

They are waiting for you in Telheo Plains

Join 'em, you’ll never be seen again

Trees keep blowing, never miss a beat

They aren’t missing you and you aren’t missing me