Greengrass

This tune sort of feels like the sequel to “Death Country”, but less hopeful. See, back in 2007 or so, I thought politics in the US was as insane as it could possibly get, ya know, with Sarah Palin being floated as a VP pick. Little did I know how much worse things could get.

There are four Pantera-inspired Easter egg riffs in here. Can you find them all?

Lyrics

And a-one
And a-too many motherfuckers still haven’t uncovered
What it means to be true to say
Yeah just playin’
Sittin’ in their room and spittin’ on another human all day

Guy may be your brother but you gotta hate each other
That guy it ain’t me
See thee speech be free
Thank you Satan for this blessed technology

Day of judgement
What’s the nudge sent
No brain so blame on the gubmint royalty
Tee up and take a swing little buddy

Are the ravens still circling that mountain top?

Now it’s been one hundred years
Got to wake our sleeping king
Beard wrapped three times round that post
He’s gonna come fix everything
If he’s feeling reticent
We’ll just have to make him see

Long time small town maybe
Sebastian by our kingdom come
Big time big crime baby
Millennarian legend rerun
Yeah we’re going way down down down down

Go summon up that little man
Sword and shield kept on display
Bow to your master peasant boys
What a gift to see this day
Day-by-day impostors will pay

Now don’t take your medicine
Doctor’s cursed by the demons
Yeah you know that they’ve been schemin’
To steal our green and
Turn that grass gray
Feminine skeletons

Never gonna last indeterminate man
Better run past it as fast as you can
Gotta have gold if you want in the van
Charlatan

Hundred thousand years just a flash in the pan
Hourglass tipped and it’s low on the sand
I got a little red pill from your mom’s brother Sam
And it ain’t at all a part of the plan
Bam

It’s the end now
A false flat back then
Got to get back into the mountain
Go back to sleep
It is not the day
Sun will not begin to shine no way