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Born To Gun (2010)

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Liner Notes:

Produced by Chopper Franklin

All instruments, programming and sampling by the Phantom and Popeye

All songs by Phantom of the Black Hills

Art Direction and Layout: Chophouse Design

Ratchet Blade Records RBR 715

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1. SCRATCHIN’ AT MY DOOR
2. CROSS YOURSELF (BEFORE YOU CROSS ME)
3. HAUNTED MEN
4. THIEF IN THE HOUSE
5. WHOREHOUSE
6. STEP ON DOWN
7. THAT’S HOW I PULL RANK
8. WORLD SPINNIN’ ‘ROUND
9. WE’RE UNDER ATTACK
10. BLACK HILLS CHANT
11. NO-NO

Born To Gun Lyrics

1. SCRATCHIN’ AT MY DOOR

Washed in the blood of Jesus
Cooled in a villainous wind
Fed on the lamb of William
What kind of Devils was them?

I’m not feelin’ happy anymore
He’s been gnawin’, scratchin’ at my door

Tryin’ hard to believe
Waitin’ on bended knee
If he ain’t here to see
I’ll be bitin’ the hand that feeds

I’m not feelin’ happy anymore
He’s been gnawin’, scratchin’ at my door

Divinity is my woman
She’s been my saving grace
But know that it’s gotten to me
She reels at the look on my faceShe’s not feelin’ happy anymore
I’ve been gnawin’, scratchin’ at her door

2. CROSS YOURSELF (BEFORE YOU CROSS ME)

You got us all in a cage
You got us following your ways
Now that I’m breakin’ free
You fuckin’ forcin’ me?

Check your own before you take mine
That is unless you don’t mind dyin’

Like a burning black fire
In a funeral pyre
Meet the demon that you set free
Cross yourself before you cross me

Now you’re making some noise
About me and my boys
Son, you’ll lose that bet
And make my kill hand wet

Hear a cry from the tomb?
The dead they better make room
It’s as bad as it’s gonna be
Cross yourself before you cross me

3. HAUNTED MEN

They’ve all been movin’ on
He’s been gone so long
See them comin’ back
Heaven’s hung in black

CHORUS
We are unfed
We are the bled
We are the dead
Haunted Men, Haunted Men

Eyes catch the glint of a gun
A widow’s day is never done

Dying to be saved
They will call your name

(CHORUS)

Victims given to your God
In hallowed ground, they don’t belong
Scorchin’ amber flame
The scripture’s hold the blame

(CHORUS)

4. THIEF IN THE HOUSE

On the run nerves in the dirt
The harder they come, you end up for worse
It ain’t gone, it ain’t gone
Eyes too dark to answer a stare
Brain too burnt to even care
Leave me alone, leave me alone

Livin’ the hard life, tryin’ to get ahead
I’ve spent a lifetime duckin’ some lead
Then comes a weasel, quiet as a mouse
Holy hell we got a thief in the house

Comin’ apart, wild as a dog
End up in chains, end up in the yard
Ain’t for me, ain’t for me
I got one last shot, got one last try
So watch for me if you’re livin’ a lie
Cuz here I come, here I come

Gonna get buried, gonna get dead
Always had a bounty sittin’ on my head
Here comes a lawman low as a louse
Holy hell we got a thief in the house

So watch for me if you’re livin’ a lie
Cuz here I come, here I come

Livin’ the hard life, tryin’ to get ahead
I’ve spent a lifetime duckin’ some lead
Then comes a weasel, quiet as a mouse
Holy hell we got a thief in the house

5. WHOREHOUSE

I need a back to break
I need room to breathe
I got a place to go y’all
That you wouldn’t beieve

CHORUS
Throw down, get around, do the fucken in-and-out
Bust out the big house, keep your fucken White House
Whorehouse is the place to stay

I’m up in her room
She’s lickin’ my wounds
It’s against the law?
I say fuck the law

(CHORUS)

(CHORUS)

6. STEP ON DOWN

Belly up to the bar
Knuckle up to the pipe
Let’s send this night to the dogs
While this kitten is ripe

Put the knife to your nose
Make the clock stop on twelve
And take a stroll through the ruins
On a horse called Hell

Big booted, high fallutin’, motherfuckin’ clown
Meet a hard boozin’, gun shootin’, fucken bloodhound
Get off your high horse,it’s time to mess around
Step on down, step on down, step on fucken down

Pop the cork off a jug
Twist the top off a lid
Get set to get done
Like you never got did

Star gassed, white collared motherfuckin’ bore
I’m done up, fucked up and drunk as a Lord
So get off your throne and try throwin’ down
Step on down, step on down, step on fucken down
Step

7. THAT’S HOW I PULL RANK

In a mood to bring ruin
Gonna bleed this blood feud dry
Feet first thru your window
Make your mourners wonder why, oh, why

This abuse is more than I can take
Gonna pay back right away
Like a match in the gas tank
That’s how I pull rank

I crop no man’s shares
With a torch I answer all stares
The country side is my canvas
A burning barn is my artwork

You’re gonna learn a new way to pray
Gonna do it my way
How’s it feel walkin’ the plank?
That’s how I pull rank

Fast as I can crank
Fast as I can drank
Fast as I can shank
That’s how I pull rank

This abuse is more than I can take
Gonna pay back right away
Like a match in the gas tank
That’s how I pull rank

8. WORLD SPINNIN’ ‘ROUND

Ain’t prayin’ to God – the Lord is gored and gone
Ain’t turnin’ out – I’m broke and I’m sore
I’ll show that buckle bitch – And have her tonight
This ain’t no waterslide, it’s a fuckin’ bullride.

On the attack with a suicide wrap
I’m gonna grind for sure
That bull’s blast, hit so fuckin’ fast
I’m screamin’ out and the world’s spinnin’ round

Ain’t getting’ drilled – I’m outta pain pills
I won’t fall in the well – like fallin’ to hell
Puttin’ up not shuttin’ up – not shuttin’ up
There’s two kinds of PBR and both are fuckin’ good

Rope pulled tight and my spurs set to bite
Vengeance is my tonight
Guts, gore and grit, I’m livin’ it
I’m throwin’ down and the world’s spinnin’ round

Gonna get me some gold tonight – It’s feelin’ right
This ain’t no cryin’ time – it’s guts and grime
Man versus monster – I am the monster
Who’s bloods gonna hit the dirt first

9. WE’RE UNDER ATTACK

You think you should pray for me?
You should stay away from
You feel that shit’s making you wise?
I think I’ll just watch you die

CHORUS 1
Get ready for real ’cause there’s no going back
I’m seeing red and my mood is black
Because, oh fuck, we’re under attack!

If you ain’t feelin’ it, get down low
Get outta my way ’cause I’m ready to blow
It’s all fucked cuz they’re takin’ out rights
The only way to get em is to throw down and fight

CHORUS 2
We’re gettin’ nailed, some won’t make it back
Keep hittin’ ’em hard, they’re ready to crack
Because, oh shit, we’re under attack!

We’re gettin’ nailed, some won’t make it back
Keep hittin’ ’em hard, they’re ready to crack
Because, oh shit, we’re under attack!

(CHORUS 1)

Caught with your head in the sand?
We’re out here makin’ a stand
Wearin’ your heart on your sleeve?
Try fightin’ for what you believe

(CHORUS 2)

ATTACK!

10. BLACK HILLS CHANT

CHORUS
On the warpath – drinkin’ corn hooch
Got an army – runnin’ on the loose
My sixgun’s howlin’ at the moon
It’s a black hearted rant
It’s the Black Hills Chant

Here’s my cards, read ‘em and weep
And take your rules and stick ‘em down deep
You fucked up and wasted your life
Let me live mine and die the way I want to

Your mind has got you in a haze
And stumbling through society’s maze
Take a match and put it to my fuse
You’ve never seen hell like we’re gonna do

(CHORUS)

Got brandin’ irons burnin’ on my fleash
To separate me from the fuckin’ mess
Take your gods, I ain’t waitin’ in line
I’m alive, I’m alive!

This bullshit’s got me spittin’ nails
Your nerve’s got ya guessin’ head or tails
You’re fallin’, and got nowhere to land
Wait til the night, you’ll have a deadman’s hand

(CHORUS)

11. NO-NO

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