Born To Gun (2010)
Album Details
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
click HERE to listen and for more info
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
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