Crowns of Creation Lyrics

Your a fucking Hustler
Wearing Crowns of Creation
I was born a Troubler
Spitting venom, I've been a Hunter

I was on probation, You were on Parole
When you're wrong, you're Wrong...you Know
To Err is Human, To forgive Divine
What's yours ins yours, What's Mine is Mine

Life is hard
No one makes it out Alive!
Seek higher Ground
No matter how bad it Gets
There's someone worse off than You
Seek Higher Ground

Men are evil, all men are vain
Pride dies first...Within the Grave
Worries are wasted, All cares put to Ease...
As the claw scratches us like Pleas

Blood of the Dog, A man is not a man
Without Blood on his Hands
These scars I've earned on my own
Distant Memories...Away from Home

The world goes by
You've gotta make it alone Now
Put that shit on the shelf and become a Man!
Work hard, Count only on Yourself
Seek Higher Ground

The world never fought for Me
In Fact it's been heartless 'til the End
With everyone helping me go down
And all the misery That's around
My blind Vision
You''all be dead by Morning
My blind Vision
Now all the blood is Pouring

Disavow everthing that they Say
Disavow everything that they're About
Disavow...Seek Higher Ground !!!