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Heave Video (MV)




Performed By: Death Knell
Length: 3:12
Written by: Christopher Beatty




Death Knell - Heave Lyrics
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Build that wall up to the sky and cut it deep with razor wire
Guards posted drinking rum from the cask
Heave
Bore deep down to the seventh layer - natural gas leak, pump it to the furnace
Pissing upstream, Cadi for their families
Heave
Hot summer sun frying on the back of your neck
A rifle in hand, a whip on his belt
A dollar a week and two loaves of bread
He hollers that you're losing your pace, the funders would be upset
And wouldn't it be nice to see your family again?
Heave, ho
You spent two weeks on a giant "T", another three on the "R-U-M-P"
Lighting up the fog, always watching
Heave
Brushed concrete lay-ins and glass exterior, all trimmed in gold, with security systems
And Halliburton is making all the quotes
Heave
Does it make you angry that a demagogue, capitalist shill bleeding out your country dry
Is being held up, supported, defended, with vitriol and unwritten laws until
You cannot say anything, or speak out against his regime?
The police are all bought
Free market is king
The dollar takes throne on the American dream
But oh, not today
But oh, not if we have something to say about this, and as long as my heart still beats
And as long as this, and as long as that
And as long as there is blood in me
Heave
Better let that dream die, boys
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Build that wall up to the sky and cut it deep with razor wire
Guards posted drinking rum from the cask
Heave
Bore deep down to the seventh layer - natural gas leak, pump it to the furnace
Pissing upstream, Cadi for their families
Heave
Hot summer sun frying on the back of your neck
A rifle in hand, a whip on his belt
A dollar a week and two loaves of bread
He hollers that you're losing your pace, the funders would be upset
And wouldn't it be nice to see your family again?
Heave, ho
You spent two weeks on a giant "T", another three on the "R-U-M-P"
Lighting up the fog, always watching
Heave
Brushed concrete lay-ins and glass exterior, all trimmed in gold, with security systems
And Halliburton is making all the quotes
Heave
Does it make you angry that a demagogue, capitalist shill bleeding out your country dry
Is being held up, supported, defended, with vitriol and unwritten laws until
You cannot say anything, or speak out against his regime?
The police are all bought
Free market is king
The dollar takes throne on the American dream
But oh, not today
But oh, not if we have something to say about this, and as long as my heart still beats
And as long as this, and as long as that
And as long as there is blood in me
Heave
Better let that dream die, boys
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Writer: Christopher Beatty
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