They Pray With Snakes Lyrics

Song	They Pray With Snakes
Artist	Boondox
Album	The Harvest
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	作曲 : Boondox, Kuma
	In the belly of the beast, a place thats miles away
	In a deep southern town where the devil comes to pray
	A choir sings with their eyes sewn shut
	By a stream the children playing, water flowing with blood
	The pastor stands on his pulpit, while preaching of hell
	On the hilltop church with demons ringing the bells
	They toll twice for the missing and the recently departed
	In the pews the congragation sits a hundred days rotted
	Suffering is all around the stench of death in the air
	Nobody seems to notice or nobody seems to care
	Its just an everyday life and a normal routine
	People walking right by, but never notice the screams
	A backwoods philosophy passed down thru the ages generations of murder, written down in these pages
	of a book overlooked and forgotten in history
	a place where the secret is surrounded by mystery
	I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
	They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!
	I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
	They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!
	Was it a curse or a sickness that raised in the minds,
	of these sacreligous hillbillies raised with the swine?
	No remorse in the soul and their hearts pitch black
	thirsty for the blood hound murder contact
	Feasting on the brains of the ones they call sinners
	Cousin cletus in the kitchen carving torsos for dinner
	In a barn on a meat hook bodies are hanging,
	in a cellar by a chain more bodies are swinging!
	And in the fields like a scene from a no parking lot
	Abandoned for so many years cars start to rot
	And buried in the garden in a hole dug deep
	all the bones and belongings all piled in a heep
	Ungodly sounds of torture echo thru the trees
	The screams of suffering still blowing in the breeze
	Not on any map undiscovered, never surveyed
	the secrets of a small town kept locked away. . .
	I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
	They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!
	I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
	They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!
	(On just about any warm afternoon you can find a weathered looking white haired man wondering the hills searching for poisonous snakes, not to kill, but to bring back with him. . . to church. . .he is a serpent handler)
	I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
	They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!
	I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
	They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!

	zuo qu : Boondox, Kuma
	In the belly of the beast, a place thats miles away
	In a deep southern town where the devil comes to pray
	A choir sings with their eyes sewn shut
	By a stream the children playing, water flowing with blood
	The pastor stands on his pulpit, while preaching of hell
	On the hilltop church with demons ringing the bells
	They toll twice for the missing and the recently departed
	In the pews the congragation sits a hundred days rotted
	Suffering is all around the stench of death in the air
	Nobody seems to notice or nobody seems to care
	Its just an everyday life and a normal routine
	People walking right by, but never notice the screams
	A backwoods philosophy passed down thru the ages generations of murder, written down in these pages
	of a book overlooked and forgotten in history
	a place where the secret is surrounded by mystery
	I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
	They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!
	I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
	They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!
	Was it a curse or a sickness that raised in the minds,
	of these sacreligous hillbillies raised with the swine?
	No remorse in the soul and their hearts pitch black
	thirsty for the blood hound murder contact
	Feasting on the brains of the ones they call sinners
	Cousin cletus in the kitchen carving torsos for dinner
	In a barn on a meat hook bodies are hanging,
	in a cellar by a chain more bodies are swinging!
	And in the fields like a scene from a no parking lot
	Abandoned for so many years cars start to rot
	And buried in the garden in a hole dug deep
	all the bones and belongings all piled in a heep
	Ungodly sounds of torture echo thru the trees
	The screams of suffering still blowing in the breeze
	Not on any map undiscovered, never surveyed
	the secrets of a small town kept locked away. . .
	I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
	They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!
	I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
	They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!
	On just about any warm afternoon you can find a weathered looking white haired man wondering the hills searching for poisonous snakes, not to kill, but to bring back with him. . . to church. . . he is a serpent handler
	I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
	They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!
	I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
	They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!

	zuò qǔ : Boondox, Kuma
	In the belly of the beast, a place thats miles away
	In a deep southern town where the devil comes to pray
	A choir sings with their eyes sewn shut
	By a stream the children playing, water flowing with blood
	The pastor stands on his pulpit, while preaching of hell
	On the hilltop church with demons ringing the bells
	They toll twice for the missing and the recently departed
	In the pews the congragation sits a hundred days rotted
	Suffering is all around the stench of death in the air
	Nobody seems to notice or nobody seems to care
	Its just an everyday life and a normal routine
	People walking right by, but never notice the screams
	A backwoods philosophy passed down thru the ages generations of murder, written down in these pages
	of a book overlooked and forgotten in history
	a place where the secret is surrounded by mystery
	I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
	They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!
	I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
	They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!
	Was it a curse or a sickness that raised in the minds,
	of these sacreligous hillbillies raised with the swine?
	No remorse in the soul and their hearts pitch black
	thirsty for the blood hound murder contact
	Feasting on the brains of the ones they call sinners
	Cousin cletus in the kitchen carving torsos for dinner
	In a barn on a meat hook bodies are hanging,
	in a cellar by a chain more bodies are swinging!
	And in the fields like a scene from a no parking lot
	Abandoned for so many years cars start to rot
	And buried in the garden in a hole dug deep
	all the bones and belongings all piled in a heep
	Ungodly sounds of torture echo thru the trees
	The screams of suffering still blowing in the breeze
	Not on any map undiscovered, never surveyed
	the secrets of a small town kept locked away. . .
	I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
	They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!
	I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
	They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!
	On just about any warm afternoon you can find a weathered looking white haired man wondering the hills searching for poisonous snakes, not to kill, but to bring back with him. . . to church. . . he is a serpent handler
	I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
	They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!
	I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
	They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!

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