Unfortunate Son

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My son, my son, what have ye done? Just put down the gun.
Was it worth it to kill this man, his flesh turned to sand?
And the word from authorities, come out quietly.
Police shouting, "No sudden moves, or we'll have to shoot!"
Bless thy wicked son. Bury me six feet deep with my gun.
Bless thy wicked son. Bury me six feet deep with my gun.
They say I'm the one. That I'm the most unfortunate son.
On the drive home keep your drunk eyes on the road.
Your reflex turns to stone and you die alone.
Born in hell. Raised in jail.
On the drive home keep your drunk eyes on the road.
Your reflex turns to stone and you die alone.

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from Demo 2011, released January 1, 2012

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In The Weeds Chicago, Illinois

Matthew Meuzelaar, Shaun Pain, Tom Richmond. The Chicago Reader describes us as "dirty basement metal" and a "filthy, doom- laden maelstrom." We'll take that. ex- Psilocin, Chunsa, Not Enough Gold, Dearest Fae, May Regret, 19 of Salem, and too many more. Matt also plays drums in the Chicago hardcore punk band Anger. ... more

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