BETWEEN THE LINES
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

I see the fire through the trees
Hear the hollers through the breeze
Drowning out the season like there’s none
Hold the blue steel in my hands
Moving my feet over land
While I’m thanking God I’ve got a gun
Nothing like a war at hand
To turn a boy into a man
Learnin bout surviving on the run
Dodging whistles in the dark
Walkin soft and hiding sparks
Prayin bullets find another home

Oh here we go, another stand you know.
Carry on, carry strong, and pray that we don’t fall between the lines.

I was born with a choice
fight for freedom or fight the tours
either way the fighting never ends
stuck in mud in no mans land
or resting easy in the sands smelling that
great ocean in the wind

Oh here we go, another stand you know.
Carry on, carry strong, keep surviving keeping on.
Oh here we go, another stand you know.
What a rush oh what a ride either way I fall between the lines.

Oh please mama here my distant call
This may be my last stand after all

So if the night comes and I fall
somewhere in the dark I ask
know for greater good I gave my all
give the ones I know my love
tell them I was worth the blood
that I shed on grounds far from home

Oh here we go, another stand you know.
Carry on, carry strong, keep surviving keeping on.
Oh here we go, another stand you know.
What a rush oh what a ride either way I fall between the lines.

ABOVE THE FLAMES
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

Never underestimate the glory and the grace in the way you move
Moving through me so enthusing
I’ve never seen the likes of you in any other year I ever knew
Searching through me just to find you

And all I could ask for is a thousand moments
And all I could hope for is a thousand more

Never underestimate the beauty and the strength of the words you use
So amusing and never intruding
Dissection to a science, a mutual alliance to make us new
So sporadic and ever enthusing

And all I could ask for is a thousand moments
And all I could hope for is a thousand more

Then I could not beg for fire
Cause it’ll be burning ever higher and higher
From deep inside to over and above the flames
And I’ll die in time
But never without a fight
To find myself burning next to you everyday

CALIFORNIA BURRITOS
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

How cold can a heart become
Before it crumbles or decides to stay numb
I know what it’s like to feel cold
And I don’t want to die alone

Cause I can’t stand feeling nothing
I can’t stand feeling old
I can’t stand standing for nothing
When standing up is all I know

So why waste another day
Turning our backs and walking away
I want to feel everything
And I want to grow in every way

Cause I can’t stand feeling nothing
I can’t stand feeling old
I can’t stand standing for nothing
When standing up is all I know

CONGRATULATIONS JOE
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

He woke up one day and made his way down to the waterfront as he did all the days in his 44 years as long as the ships made in
He stands for a cause. He stands for a union from older days gone. A dying breed of workers who lived to carry on and die for the age that we’re in.

In a cloudy haze as fog drifted in.
That man wore his colors. He chose to begin as a younger man working through his days to carry home the food and to carry home the pay
waiting for the day to end
breaking your back breaking your hands
working to go home again
there’s nothing much more satisfying

He woke up one day and made his way down to the waterfront as he did all the days in his 44 years as long as the ships made in
This day was the one. A milestone in a marathon on that Oakland waterfront. A well-earned reward for a hard working one who served and now deserves what’s to come.

In a cloudy haze the fog drifted in
That man wore his colors he chose to begin
As an older man who worked through all those days to carry home the food and carry home the pay
waiting for the day to end
breaking your back breaking your hands
working to go home again
there’s nothing much more satisfying

We all have a cause worth waging war
Or worth making peace to keep
We all have a love whatever it is
Or whoever is thee to seek
And there comes a day if we’re lucky enough
And the cards fall our way
I’ll pray to sit with the birds,
And take the boots off.

COLD NIGHT COMIN' IN
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

Pack up the truck and that old road
Headin straight up 395
There ain’t nothing much like freedom and wind
To make a tired man feel quite alive

Oh and heaven’s having your girl by your side
Oh and heaven’s as close as taking a ride

Well Bishop has passed and I roll down the glass
To breath elevation and pines
The air way up here takes my soul off somewhere
To a higher ground off by and by

Oh and heaven’s having your girl by your side
Oh and heaven’s as close as taking a ride
Oh how the days change here fierce with the wind
From a sunny sky filled with blue
To a white blanket covering the mountains again
in a June Lake Village for two
Oh another cold night comin in
Oh another snowy night closing in

First things first build a fire of course
And settle down to warm up the bones
In for the night and damn it feels right
To sit down and sip something strong

Oh and heaven’s having your girl by your side
Oh and heaven’s as close as taking a ride
Oh how the days change here fierce with the wind
From a sunny sky filled with blue
To a white blanket covering the mountains again
in a June Lake Village for two
Oh another cold night comin in
Oh another snowy night closing in

DO WHAT YOU DO
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

Come dance with me or I’ll explode
The reckless side is now shining through you
So shake your hair and do what you do
And I’ll break my legs to keep up with you

Cause I don’t like being alone
Unless I feel alone
Dancing with you is everything
I know that it can’t be wrong
Steady after the wine
Time after time we arrive
To watch the light shine through us
Like ghosts as the candles burn as low as they go

Spinning until we hit the floor
Pain has never felt so good
Light our selves up to crumble in
Just to never let it end

Cause I don’t like being alone
Unless I feel alone
Dancing with you is everything
I know that it can’t be wrong
Steady after the wine
Time after time we arrive
To watch the light shine through us
Like ghosts as the candles burn as low as they go

So hold me close, to keep me close
Cause I don’t like being alone
Unless I feel alone

DO YOU PRAY
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

Do you pray? Do you fall on your knees when everything goes wrong? Go back to the word in the good book you heard that would save you a place somewhere. Do you sing from your soul when you feel that calm before the storm? Bleed out your throat or sound just like a bird when she wakes by the light of first mourn.

Brother don’t doubt everything.
Well we don’t even have that power.
Sister don’t heed the battles we breed
upon those waking hours.
I wanna dance like nobody’s watchin
And sing like nobody cares
Climb to the top of the mountains we see
to find peace and to die up there

Well do you work? Do you slave breaking your back everyday?
Whether for food or whether for pay or just for your babies’ sake!
Well do you die? Belly up and cry when you feel there’s nothing worth trying? Down on your luck and hopeless for faith that tables will turn one day.

Brother don’t doubt everything.
Well we don’t even have that power.
Sister don’t heed the battles we breed
upon those waking hours.
I wanna dance like nobody’s watchin
Oh and sing like nobody cares
Climb to the top of the mountains we see
To find peace and to die up there.

DON'T CRY (If You've Never Seen The Rain)
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

Don’t cry if you’ve never seen the rain
a thousand ways we come undone
and they’re never quite the same
When the air we breath is golden brown
I don’t seemly understand
We have built a common masquerade

We are not down. So why dismount?
For the walk to the store is a toll
It won’t be long, we’re comin round
And that time that we cull will be old

Don’t cry if you’ve never seen the rain
Go back to where your memory served and recognize the pain
Don’t drink the water war will bring
Or open gates not meant to swing
So we don’t see the red spread on the ground

Don’t let me down, don’t lay off
For the time that we cull is our own
We know we’re comin round
And the way that we walk will last long

I’ve been afraid and so lonely
And my heart’s bleeding through to know only
There comes the moments we always
Look back to the sun that we know

Don’t let me down, don’t lay off
For the time that we cull is our own
We know we’re pushing change
And we all need to walk in the rain

DONE AND DONE
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

Why do we never know
Questions come and answers go
Somewhere else besides our head
We wear the stripes until we’re dead
And we only want to love
Spending time here and above
Hopelessly devoted of flesh and blood
Until we’re done and done

Wake up now we’ve got to go
Somewhere higher’s all I know
Leave behind the walking dead
Leave the mess don’t make the bed
And roll right on like a wave
Rolling never hesitate
Build momentum and create
Something to sing, something to say

Oh let it go
Cut loose and roll
Rock steady soul
Get up stand up. Throw your hands up
And oh let it go
Cut loose and roll
Rock steady soul
Get up stand up until you’re done and done

Why do we never know
Questions come and answers go
Somewhere else besides our head
We wear the stripes until we’re dead
Let’s roll right on like a wave
Rolling never hesitate
Build momentum and create
Something to sing, something to say

Oh let it go
Cut loose and roll
Rock steady soul
Get up stand up. Throw your hands up
And oh let it go
Cut loose and roll
Rock steady soul
Get up stand up until you’re done and done

FOR BROKEN EARS
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

Where are the ones who carry their guns
To the far away lands with the blackened suns
From the smoke and narrow minds
The half-truth trails and holy lies
Of an empty heart and overflowing mouth
A plastic smile and a coward’s frown
Repercussions come around
When the word named free burns to the ground somehow

Where are the deaf and where are the dumb
From the side of the tracks
Where no reason comes from
And the tables never bare
The water runs and mamas always there
So who separates the world from the start
Where such words would come and such thoughts would cause
A shot heard round the world
Or just as sad never heard at all

So down, down, down like a ball of flames
To the rotten core filling up with names of hypocrites.
What a massive list
Don’t exclude yourself from it
Don’t compromise administration lies
Carried out and covered up with time
Carried out and turned around to shine
Or high on a pedestal of broken lives

Compassion speaks loud for itself
Falls on broken ears and off the value shelf
Into the dirt left to the wind
Comin up strong ready to begin
To obliterate the word from the start
Where such ideas come and such ideas cause
A spark that’ll set a blaze
And leave the embers red until the end of days

So down, down, down like a ball of flames
To the rotten core filling up with names of hypocrites.
What a massive list
Don’t exclude yourself from it
Don’t compromise administration lies
Carried out and covered up with time
Carried out and turned around to shine
Or high on a pedestal of broken lives
Where are the ones who carry their guns
To the far away lands with the blackened suns
From the smoke and narrow minds
The half-truth trails and holy lies
Of an empty heart and overflowing mouth
A plastic smile and a coward’s frown
Repercussions come around
When the word named free burns to the ground somehow

GERALDINE
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

Hold tight Geraldine
I need to say what I mean
Time’s gone by for so long and I’ve
Seen all the wrongs that I’ve done

Since we have yelled and
stomped our feet
after you took me in your arms

Cut from you near death you drew
the breath that made me one

And I must call on your sweet soul
in the times when we walk
in shadows of sorts
I cherish the mother you are

Hold tight Geraldine
I mean to say what I mean

Oh I owe you
For the stars in the sky
And the breath
that was life of my own

And I must call on your sweet soul
in the times when we walk
in shadows of sorts
I cherish the mother you are
Yes in the times when we walk
In shadows of sorts
I cherish the mother you are

Hold tight Geraldine
I mean to say what I mean

HEARTS OF STONE
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

How do you get right?
With one eye closed so tight
Slipping backwards
Falling prey to plastic eyes

So hard to walk straight
For the style has made you sway
In every cabaret
On every strip that bears your name

Open your eyes; you are standing empty and cold
Open your mouth if your voice can never be sold

Burn the bridge down
Take the long road into town
Where all the bastards
And the witches mark their ground
In the corners
Where the lost souls have been found
There lies a purpose
Before yourself dead in the ground

Open your eyes; you are standing empty and cold
Open your mouth if your voice can never be sold

I only know hearts made of stone rarely sail far
And may never reach home
And so is the cost to live dead ands lost
Searching the stars to find which is ours

HOLD MY BED
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan and Austin Lucas

Well the rich are getting mighty
And the poor folks stay the same
As the middle class just seems to fade away
And on every death bed, no matter what the case
I can’t help to wonder what they’d say

“I could’ve been a better man.
I could’ve been a saint. Or maybe
Helped more neighbors along the way.”
Or just as well, “I did alright in most moves that I made.
Now show me the light as they say.”

Well I don’t seem to worry much.
No I don’t seem to mind,
Believing everything will work out fine.
I’m with the one that I dream to help me down the line.
So hold my bed, I’ll get there on time.

Well a hammer never knew a hand less experienced than mine
My voice is the only tool I know
And as I stare into the darkness of that great eternal sleep
My soul knows not which way it’s headed for

No I don’t seem to worry much no I don’t seem to mind
Believing that I’ll never run short on time
The sheets are getting tighter in this lonely bed I made
So spare me Lord I feel that I’m not ready.

IT'S WHAT YOU WILL
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

We are the common not filth and disgrace
You would know better if you saw it that way
Lock your scapegoats and shut out the lights
Lock up your secrets and give your skeletons the keys
We will never be what you want the world to be
You’ll never have a glimpse of what true can see
Mind the world that’s dying, it isn’t yours to kill
Look around it’s what you will

We are the blue so strong and confused
Tracking down dusty roads finding what we lose
Dancing with the casualty spirits of the wars
Shedding a few tears for the beggars and the whores
We will never be what you want the world to be
You’ll never have a glimpse of what true can see
Mind the world that’s dying, it isn’t yours to kill
Look around it’s what you will

Maybe there’s a mutiny rising with the sun
To come shed some light on the damage that was done
Maybe it’s an army or a sleeping four year old
Resting from a hard day of “army” in the cold
We will never be what you want the world to be
You’ll never have a glimpse of what true can see
Mind the world that’s dying, it isn’t yours to kill
Look around it’s what you will

OLE DIESEL
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

The tired winds blow and the restless go home and the haggard lies down to sleep
Where the hours go slow and the beauty we know is the love, now that is the key

Lay awake and breath while the fire overtakes me
Down the lonesome road. Ole diesel, please take me home

When the curtains do close and the night becomes old and the willing go on their way
No ones in sight so they shut down the lights
Since the bottles all have gone dry

When it rains son it pours heaven opens its doors to drop hell straight from the sky
The open road’s gone and the darkness is calm
Enough to take your dear life

Stay awake and breathe, and struggle to stay in the lines
Down the lonesome road. Ole diesel, please take me home

When the curtains do close and the night becomes old and the stragglers all find their way
No ones in sight so they shut down the lights
Since the bottles all have gone dry

Stay awake and breathe, while the fire overtakes me
Down the lonesome road. Ole diesel she brought me home

The tired winds blow and the restless go home and the haggard lies down to sleep
Where the hours go slow and the beauty we know is the love, now that is the key

OPEN UP AND WAIL
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

Downright hopelessness
When the wrath of consequence comes
Knocking on that old front door
And we count the ways
the seconds that fall into place with the emptiness
don’t hold the phone
I know some are counting on
God above or methadone to kill the wake
And take away the pain
I feel for the lost and empathize the cost
For calamity from what I’ve seen

Open up and wail Open up and cry
We are not the type and far young to die
In a rattled cage heads against the wall
Through dangerous nights
No more lullabies

We’ve got what it takes
Everything that needs to make a fighting chance
At carrying the load of falling day to day
A gruesome cold reality square in the nose
Bleeding to the toes

Open up and wail Open up and cry
We are not the type and far young to die
In a rattled cage heads against the wall
Through dangerous nights
No more lullabies

SYMMETRY
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

How would we have known we would wash away?
As two solemn searching souls, together to the sea
Amongst the creatures underneath the deepening
Holding to the flame burning you and me

We sacrifice the talk and praise the eyes in all wonder and amazement
And notice every star floating in the arms of symmetry so ageless

How would we have known we would wash away?
As two solemn searching souls, together to the sea
Among the mountains underneath the deepening
Rising to the sun but in the shadows all along

We sacrifice the talk and live for holding on to everything sacred
Surrounded by the miles of broken oars and trials covering the surface

We sacrifice the talk and cherish what we’re taught come what may surround us
And drift with clutching arms in a world so ever dark, wondering what betook us

How would we have known we would wash away?
As two solemn searching souls, together to the sea
Amongst the creatures underneath the deepening
Holding to the flame burning you and me

We sacrifice the talk and praise the eyes in all wonder and amazement
And notice every star floating in the arms of symmetry so ageless

THE BOAT
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

Some days we’re ripped and torn away
From the shores and tossed to a watery grave
Set adrift in the depths of the drink and in the hands of the gods we curse

We call for help when no one’s around
Shot down bleeding thoughts never make a sound
Set adrift in the depths of the dark, in the heart of the sea where we wish….

I feel it in my bones when the storm is close
Then I wait for the rain and the wind to blow
As dark colors fill the sky, I’m drenched and feeling so alive
My eyes closed tight and my ears open for the boat.

We all carry the tune we love
Think of home when the waves and the going get tough
Hold our breath and go down with the wish of just one last kiss to rest

I feel it in my bones when the storm is close
Then I wait for the rain and the wind to blow
As dark colors fill the sky, I’m drenched and feeling so alive
My eyes closed tight and my ears open for the boat.

THE GROVE
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

Cut the line I’ve heard the rest
You’ll never get me answering
To the cold hand of the dying man
Bred to take and to rape what the leavers left

Oh come on.
Show a little mercy to dying suns
Oh come on
Show a little mercy to humble ones

Some will go as the timid type
Facing down soul strapped inside
The method of the trilene knot
Never fails until the line is cut

So come on
Show a little sympathy tired ones
So come on
Show a little empathy busy ones
And slow down

We are all flesh and bone
Mere vessels so exposed
Just walking on the grove
We are constant wrath
With what we think we own
While we walk upon
And tread upon the grove

On the contrary some will walk
In the dirt cut up by the dogs
Soaking up the sun and rain
Just to break and to shake up captivity

So come on
Destruction is the nature of everyone
So come on
Destruction is the killer of everyone
So calm down

We are all flesh and bone
Mere vessels so exposed
Just walking on the grove
We are constant wrath
With what we think we own
While we walk upon
And tread upon the grove

VALENTINE
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan

She is not the type that would talk the talk despite
Over how and where she walks
When apparent duty calls
I am overly enthralled and delivered from the dark
Of a reckoning awakening

And every move she makes with the cadence that she wakes
Takes my soul up to the sky through the shadows and sunshine
I am overly inclined.
I am captivated and concentrated on my sweet my valentine

I say I was made to know just as water’s made to flow
I’ll lay down with you tonight for tomorrows another time
We will dance away you know somewhere high up in the snow
After rain has grown to cold and where the heavens meet the earth.

And in the morning light the sound of breathing soft inside
Images still passing by from all the dreams throughout the night
I could lay awake like this next to you for hours after another
With my sweet my valentine

I say I was made to know just as water’s made to flow
I’ll lay down with you tonight for tomorrows another time
We will dance away you know somewhere high up in the snow
After rain has grown to cold and where the heavens meet the earth.

DREAM OF A MINER'S CHILD
Written by Andrew "Blind Andy" Jenkins and arranged by Phyllis Boyens

A miner was leavin' her home for work
When she heard her little child scream
She went to the side of her little girl's bed
Oh mama I've had such a dream

Oh, Mama don't go to the mines today
For dreams have so often come true
Oh, mama, dear mama, please don't go away
For I never could live without you
I dreamed that the mines were all raging with fire
And the miners all fought for their lives
then the scene changed at the mouth of the mine
It was covered with husbands and wives

Oh, Mama don't go to the mines today
For dreams have so often come true
Oh, mama, dear mama, please don't go away
For I never could live without you
Go down to the village and tell your dear friends
As sure as the bright stars do shine

There's something a-going to happen today
Please, mama, don't go to the mines

THE WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
Traditional composed by Gerrard Winstanley
Modern composition by Leon Rosselson

In 1649
To St. George’s Hill,
A ragged band they called the Diggers
Came to show the people’s will
They defied the landlords
They defied the laws
They were the dispossessed reclaiming what was theirs

We come in peace they said
To dig and sow
We come to work the lands in common
And to make the waste ground grow
This earth divided
We will make whole
So it will be
A common treasury for all

The sin of property
We do disdain
No man has any right to buy and sell
The earth for private gain
By theft and murder
They took the land
Now everywhere the walls
Spring up at their command

They make the laws
To chain us well
The clergy dazzle us with heaven
Or they damn us into hell
We will not worship
The God they serve
The God of greed who feed the rich
While poor folk starve

We work we eat together
We need no swords
We will not bow to the masters
Or pay rent to the lords
Still we are free
Though we are poor
You Diggers all stand up for glory
Stand up now

From the men of property
The orders came
They sent the hired men and troopers
To wipe out the Diggers’ claim
Tear down their cottages
Destroy their corn
They were dispersed
But still the vision lingers on

You poor take courage
You rich take care
This earth was made a common treasury
For everyone to share
All things in common
All people one
We come in peace
The orders came to cut them down

TRENCHFOOT
Written by Frankie Stubbs

I smell the bullshit like trenchfoot on your breath
You're the disease they call 'we're sick to death
A personal friend of Mr. Sydney James you say
Oh no not now please go away

And we all lived to start a war and I don't understand anymore
And we've all lived in times of war and I don't watch these things anymore

I hear sounds coming forth from your full mouth
I don't believe what's coming out
You're telling me you've done more than any man alive
Jesus Christ how flies thrive

And we all lived in times of war and I don't understand anymore
And we all lived to start a war and I don't watch these things anymore

And we all start a war and I don't understand anymore
And we all lived to start a war I can't watch these things anymore

Nobody listens to a single word you say
Nobody turned up when they heard you were dead
You feared attics cause they were dark
But now you fear Manson fear Marx

And we all lived in times of war and I don't understand anymore
And we all lived to start a war and I can't understand anymore
And we all lived to start a war and I don't understand anymore
And we all lived in times of war and I can't watch these things anymore

GOD DECIDING
Music written by Hot Water Music, words written by Chuck Ragan

Transgressions are made
while cowards convey
with a demon's ear, fixed and set to slay.

While the statue awaits
to be whittled away
with a mock of a slogan hiding filth with fear.

Never to learn,
only to burn...and be burned.
Branded straight through slate.
Clear as common day.

What shall be the mark to be made?
When we crush it all to burn it down,
without sight, without sound.
Not anything but a casualty forgotten in the ground.
A simple shell, that's solemn still--without sight, without sound.

Go slowly cause at the moment
things you'd never think you'd ever see
are happening and you can't believe the hatred.

Make a martyr,
a pedestal with ribbons of slaughter.
Feed the altar,
stoke the fire it will take over.

Ignore the cut... the skin with callus as well as interest.
If all are reckless none is to profit,
none is to win it.

So who will pay for all the tears,
all the lives, from either side?
All the years, all the time of living blind
playing "God Deciding?"
And who will die next in line for the lie?
Justified for the rise of sitting high playing "God Deciding."
And who will walk away
from the rage and revenge?
Inhumane consequence comes in time
playing "God Deciding."
And who will fall in line to arrive,
out of sight and out of mind?

FIXIN TO DIE
Written by Bukka White, rewritten by Bob Dylan

Feeling funny in my mind, Lord,
I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die
Well, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground
Look over yonder to that burying ground
Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down

Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord,
I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die
Well, I don't mind dying but
I hate to leave my children crying
There's a black smoke rising, Lord
It's rising up above my head, up above my head
It's rising up above my head, up above my head
And tell Jesus make up my dying bed.

I'm walking kind of funny, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Yes I'm walking kind of funny, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die
Fixing to die, fixing to die
Well, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying.

BLOODY SHELLS
Written and arranged by Chuck Ragan
This song was inspired by the book "Killing Mr.Watson" by Peter Matthiessen. I dedicate this one to Kip Street for the read and the enlightenment of old time Florida history.

They took him in arrest with a shot through his chest
And many more followed through
The men folk shook their heads and said we did what we had to do

While the women folk buried their heads in their hands and covered the children’s eyes
Before that mob turned to see Mr. Watson’s children and wife crying

Oh Lord, why the storm?
These shores you scorn
In the times we make
While our lives you take
Well you sent a devil down to the Ten Thousand Islands
To raise cane and wreck hell
Oh and now he’s face down, face down in those bloody shells

Here life ain’t grand as sugar cane is sweet
when the tides bring misery
Of two young lovers shot all to hell over land while Watson’s free

Oh Lord, why the storm?
These shores you scorn
In the times we make
While our lives you take
Well you sent a devil down to the Ten Thousand Islands
To raise cane and wreck hell
Oh and now he’s face down, face down in those bloody shells

Boys raise an ear before you raise your iron
Unless you aim with will
For Edgar J. won’t back down to you son
And that’s why he will be killed

Oh Lord, why the storm?
These shores you scorn
In the times we make
While our lives you take
Well you sent a devil down to the Ten Thousand Islands
To raise cane and wreck hell
Oh and now he’s face down, face down in those bloody shells