From Beale Street to Oblivion

Yes, I’ll be a responsible member Of this great and bless’d society I’ve come to understand the wrongful nature Of gun ownership in the age of monarchy But sometimes it’s just so hard To act like the person you weren’t born to be Felonious behavior. Countless misdemeanors Impersonating an officer of the law, oh no! Bonafide man of action! How you like that? Bonafide man of action! How you like that? You can’t stop, you can’t stop progress You can’t stop, you can’t stop, no, no, no You can’t stop, you can’t stop progress You can’t stop, you can’t stop, no, no, no I understand there’s no victimless crimes That being said I feel rather victimized And I will seek substantial compensation Whether legally, legal-ish, or otherwise But sometimes it’s such a hassle To sit patiently outside the open gates of a loaded castle Felonious behavior. Countless misdemeanors Impersonating an officer of the law, oh no! Bonafide man of action! How you like that? Bonafide man of action! How you like that? You can’t stop, you can’t stop progress You can’t stop, you can’t stop, no, no, no You can’t stop, you can’t stop progress You can’t stop, you can’t stop, no, no, no

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Diplomatically, emphatically deny Any prior knowledge shape or kind You don’t know nothing about a Russian hooker Some bloke broke in and straight up took her Western European journalists, devious little monkeys They’re bloody relentless Call the consulate, and burn the evidence Don’t speak another word, just burn the evidence I’m not giving you attitude, I just want another drink I don’t care about the altitude, I just want another drink Get your hands off me, you don’t know who I am I’m a power player, I’m a power player Get your hands off me, you don’t know who I am I’m a power player, I’m a power player You can always tell the terrorist by his cologne and the watch on his wrist It says I’m the type of man that can kick off anywhere, kick off anywhere I’m not giving you attitude, I just want another drink I don’t care about the altitude, I just want another drink Movers, shakers, money makers, deal breakers, and dogs In this game you’ve got to lose a couple of your pawns I’m not giving you attitude, I just want another drink I don’t care about the altitude, I just want another drink Movers, shakers, money makers, deal breakers, and dogs In this game you’ve got to lose a couple of your pawns Movers, shakers, money makers, deal breakers, and dogs In this game you’ve got to lose a couple of your pawns

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

The devil and me had a falling out Violation of contract beyond a shadow of a doubt Wherever he go, whomever he meet He got to cross my house on the other side of the street And you know that’s the truth Now here’s the part that the devil sings when he's hanging his head in a hard rain: Where I'm headed, I don't know Down this path, we all go Grace and luck, blood from stone Got nowhere to call my home What comes around goes around threefold or more And you can’t get off of that killing floor I’m going back to Tennessee Back where I come from, I come from Gonna head back to Beale Street Beale Street and Oblivion, Oblivion The devil and me, bad blood and beef An undisciplined child, a liar and a thief It’s a low down shame, we were the best of friends But I suppose all good things got to come to an end What comes around goes around threefold or more And you can’t get off of that killing floor I’m going back to Tennessee Back where I come from, I come from Gonna head back to Beale Street Beale Street and Oblivion, Oblivion I’m going back to Tennessee Back where I come from, that's right, son Gonna head back to Beale Street Beale Street and Oblivion, Oblivion Got to get off of that killing floor Get off of that killing floor, now Get off of that killing floor That killing floor

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Only the dirt I do believe As memory vanishes among the leaves Wizard of tickets is always glad to charge a pilgrim’s fare Jubilee’s generally early. Let’s take the country air Mistreating granite, limestone, and clay. It’s a shameful soil But all grows well on the floodplain tract if you can afford the toil Cradled in ivy, we will allow The moss to prosper upon our brows Boxer rebellion, the Holy Child. They all pay their rent But none together can testify to the rhythm of a road well bent Saddles and zip codes, passports and gates, the Jones’ keep In August the water is trickling, in April it’s furious deep Wizard of tickets is always glad to charge a pilgrim’s fare Jubilee’s generally early. Let’s take the country air Mistreating granite, limestone, and clay. It’s a shameful soil But all grows well on the floodplain tract if you can afford the toil Only the dirt I do believe Divinity vanishes among the leaves

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Child of the city, Mother of the Earth Baptism by firefly, pinch a parson’s purse Queen of Cups the Joker’s blade is old and dull Child of the City Yet it slices us with the nicest miracles Babe in the Wilderness, Father of Creation Spinning of the wind, the gathering of nations Professor on the Toadstool convene your class Babe in the wilderness In absentia, please show your hands and your feet Are you touched by a beast? Wash yourself, live your life. Take the Earth as your wife False idol raiser, play the town Count up your blessings and melt it down Immortal Dominator. Governor of the World Sic semper tyrannis. The Fisher and the Pearl The bearer of this letter is a charlatan Immortal Dominator In absentia, please show your hands and your feet Are you touched by a beast? Wash yourself, live your life. Take the Earth as your wife False idol raiser, play the town Count up your blessings and melt it down All your money now, kid. All your money now, kid All your money now, kid. All your money

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Well, you made me weep and you made me moan When you caused me to leave, child, my happy home But someday, baby, you ain't worry my life anymore I get satisfaction everywhere I go Where I lay my head, that's where I call home Whether barren pines, or the mission stare Take tomorrow's collar and give 'em back the glare Bang, bang, bang, bang Vámonos, vámonos Bang, bang, bang Vámonos, vámonos You told everybody in the neighborhood What a dirty mistreater, that I was no good But someday, baby, you ain't worry my life anymore Doctor or lawyer, I'll never be Life of a drifter, the only life for me You can have your riches, all the gold you saved Ain't room for one thing in everybody's grave Bang, bang, bang, bang Vámonos, vámonos Bang, bang, bang Vámonos, vámonos If I had money like Henry Ford Lord, I'd have me a woman, yeah, on every road But someday, baby, you ain't worry my life anymore Invocation of the dummies, requiem for a head Cash in at the corner, piles of street cred I get satisfaction everywhere I go One day, baby, you'll worry me no more Bang, bang, bang, bang Vámonos, vámonos Bang, bang, bang Vámonos, vámonos

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

I've been working, one eye dollar Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye I got the plans to the Oval Office Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye In the inner chambers of the President You will find no crosses, only pentagrams 1600, all the way That's right, brother, all the way 1600, today's our day I been working, one eye dollar Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye I got the plans in my front pocket Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye I've been working like a pack mule every day And to think that some of it ends up that way 1600, all the way That's right, brother, all the way 1600, today's our day

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Went to the doctor, to see what could be given He said, “Sorry, but you’ve got to do your own livin’.” Went to the pastor, to hear what he would say He said, “Sorry, son, come back later some time after judgment day.” There is no safe way out of here. No passage below the dungeon No mothership will save you. So goes the rapture of Riddley Walker. Churchyard was empty, schoolyard was bare Wind in the streets, wind in the air Pockets of diamonds, nothing to buy Scream out hello and get no reply Victims of zombies convene in the park While any man with dignity makes an easy mark Heaven is a long ways away Heaven is a long, long, long, long ways away There is no safe way out of here. No passage below the dungeon No mothership will save you. The rapture of Riddley Walker How many-cools of Addom? Party cools of stoan? Hart of the wood shadder. Eusa roam. How many-cools of Addom? Party cools of stoan? Hart of the wood shadder. Eusa roam Drop-John been climbing on Riddley’s back. Follow the power, a natural fact Orfing & Ardship, hardship is plain. Hardly Goodparley is ever the same Shadows and phantoms convene in the snow Among the low whispers are voices you know Heaven is a long ways away Heaven is a long, long, long, long ways away There is no safe way out of here. No passage below the dungeon No mothership will save you. The rapture of Riddley Walker How many-cools of Addom? Party cools of stoan? Hart of the wood shadder. Eusa roam How many-cools of Addom? Party cools of stoan? Hart of the wood shadder. Eusa roam

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

How’s that hardcore fanzine? Still take the piss? Y&T got records, demos on cassette Summer of the seven inch. Too cool for school Manifestoes at Kinko’s, pinko commies play no fools I feel the spirit moving over me There are clouds beneath my feet When vegans attack on ten speed bikes Tattoos with meaning, American Spirit Lights It’s hard to smoke ‘em when you got to be runnin’ Congressional and D.C.P.D Lafayette Park undercover The saddest sight I’ve ever seen, ever seen Tear gas electric! You know I can’t quit this riot Strictly professional insurrectionist kid, and I can’t deny it I feel the spirit moving over me There are clouds beneath my feet When vegans attack on ten speed bikes Tattoos with meaning, American Spirit Lights Freshmen in fatigues. You know he’s fighting for his right Copious note taker. American Spirit Lights I feel the spirit moving over me I feel the spirit moving over me There are clouds beneath my feet When vegans attack on ten speed bikes Tattoos with meaning, American Spirit Lights Freshmen in fatigues. You know he’s fighting for his right Copious note taker. American Spirit Lights

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

I met a lady down in Prathertown, two rocking chairs She said, "Take a seat, boy, and I'll treat you fair" Snake charmers, cold infidels, get a running start Pick up the pieces in the graveyard and unbury my heart The wolf howls at midnight, the rooster at the dawn Opossum minister, where you been so long? Montgomery Village kids, you just look like the type You sure you want to know the mysteries? You’re but a trifling height Families in their den, staring at the box Opossum minister, hen done killed the fox Eyes like clouds Know you stare Count the minutes by The rocking of chairs Prathertown unincorporated May you stay far unrelated To the wicked ways of Montgomery Village There's a darkness deep in their eyes As if the sun don't rise Those poor afflicted people of Montgomery Village Fake farmers, straight jezebels, you know the score Pick up the pieces in the graveyard and leave 'em at the door The master plan unfolds, silent sinister Is there any hope left, opossum minister? Eyes like clouds Know you stare Count the minutes by The rocking of chairs Prathertown unincorporated May you stay far unrelated To the wicked ways of Montgomery Village There's a darkness deep in their eyes As if the sun don't rise Those poor afflicted people of Montgomery Village Prathertown unincorporated May you stay far unrelated To the wicked ways of Montgomery Village There's a darkness deep in their eyes As if the sun don't rise Those poor afflicted people of Montgomery Village

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Money Mike, Pistol Pete Both went running down the street Police and snitches, lover’s lane Hot summer, hot rain Hit the bricks The girl got her tricks She’s the Mississippi terror And there’s none the fairer O.T.B. was jammed Paper changing hands Nothing left but smoke and cellar And a woman with a black umbrella Little Lewis lost his shit 10 to 1, couldn’t collect Fish Head Phil, Itchy Ike Say they never got home that night Shake the breaker That girl ain't no money maker She's come to cook all the books And flaunt her good looks O.T.B. was jammed Paper changing hands Nothing left but smoke and cellar And a woman with a black umbrella O.T.B. was jammed Paper changing hands Nothing left but smoke and cellar And a woman with a black umbrella O.T.B. was jammed Paper changing hands Nothing left but smoke and cellar And a woman with a black umbrella

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Has your child completed his or her suspicious activity booklet? Don't let this summer go to waste The enemy is preparing their children. Are you? Time to show them who's boss Moloch demands fresh blood to maintain the appetite of his mechanical heart Will you sacrifice your first born like Abraham would his Isaac? Will you sacrifice your first born like Abraham would his Isaac? Tell me, why Dick Cheney underneath my bed? Hell no, that ain't cool Tendin' to the lips of a shrunken head No sir, that ain't cool Come on now, take one for the team Stick it to the man, stick it to the man Raise the dagger high above Isaac Drive it down as hard as you can Shiny Master Cadillackness, halos suit you well All goes exactly as planned, so many tomorrows to sell Shiny Master Cadillackness, halos suit you well Steadfast, upset the system, so many tomorrows to sell Mother, mother, don't wanna work on the farm no more Father, father, don't wanna wear your uniform Mary, Mary, keep me safe and comforted Father, father, raise that dagger above your head Shiny Master Cadillackness, halos suit you well All goes exactly as planned, so many tomorrows to sell Shiny Master Cadillackness, halos suit you well Steadfast, upset the system, so many tomorrows to sell Shiny Master Cadillackness, halos suit you well All goes exactly as planned, so many tomorrows to sell Shiny Master Cadillackness, halos suit you well Steadfast, upset the system, so many tomorrows to sell Are you ready to prove your love to the Lord? I said are you willing to prove your love to the Lord? As Abraham handed down his first born on a stone Do you wonder what is right and what is wrong? Shiny Master Cadillackness Shiny Master Cadillackness Shiny Master Cadillackness Shiny Master Cadillackness

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026