Pain's Prairie

Duration

5:14

Genres

Experimental

Lyrics

Ready with the gun, a kid in the back and a dead dog too. our gods devoured. gasoline jugs to the brim with fuel. "I got the reins, I got the reins, I got the reins." I thought. When we get caught in the blaze I won't run. Child lock makes for an easy harness. If we get caught in the gaze of the hogs, then I'll wave smile to their cameras. I'm ready for the gun. We were born to burn. I'll just watch it burn.