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letra de the hound - the mommyheads

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close the window, lock up the house
load up your pistol, the blood moon is out
trouble in the darkness
sounds like he’s gaining ground
no use in running, the hound is on prowl

soothsayers and hypocrites
left-wing sinners, right-wing saints
the only thing that’s on his mind
is the blood that’s flowing through their veins

the sun drags in another day
a trail of red at our gate
we smile and look the other way
as we try and get our stories straight
they search around for evidence
not a single thing is out of place
but the paranoia’s running deep
which one of us set it free?
it could be you, it could be me

should we sell each other out?
should we sell each other out?
now that the hound is on the prowl

he’s not selective of gender or race
his one objective: keep feeding the base and
if you disagree
you’re an enemy of the state
give up the high ground
the hound is on the prowl

a hidden price in every lie
a hidden death in every deed
gnawing down our common thread
until there’s nothing left to believe

the clouds drag in another rain
that wash away the dna
we try and reconstruct our home
with perfect smiles on display
begging the subconscious mind
to absorb what’s left of the pain
but the questions are running deep
which one of us set it free?
it could be you, it could be me

should we sell each other out?
should we sell each other out?
now that the hound is on the prowl

they drag their nets across the sky
seeing who will take the bait
preying on the weakest ones
pitting us against our faith
now we’re refugees again
hiding out in plain sight
running from the firing line
which one of us set it free?
it could be you, it could be me

should we sell each other out?

- the mommyheads

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