Dan Cioper: Music

Holy Boogie Man

(Daniel Cioper)

CHORUS: Say Holy Boogie man, oh prophet of doom
no need to preach your eyes speak the forecast.
Pains front across the seas with showers of sorrow
if there's no doom today there'll be doom tomorrow.

"You are the vulnerable," you say as you ask for my hand
though yours is the one trembling and rushed.
They say that this world is of give and take
well, we know what you've given us.
A thug of a man a brother as big as can be
but what will you take if we try to leave.
Messiah of massacre, savior from the bore of peace,
King of no awakening.

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Somewhere on that face there must be truth
but I know that smile ain't it.
Make, oh hero, your agenda clearly spoken
you're saving the world only to shove it in your pocket.
Bringer of night lit by artificial light
and full on blood like the bags 'neath your eyes.
You push our your hairy arm and say the situation's dire
but time tells us all that clearly you're a liar.
Clearly a liar Mr. Massacre man.

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Master of many seer of not one
peddler of pennies, commander for fun
Smelling out souls, fire breathing bretheren
expell the swill that couldn't go anywhere but everywhere
we know you will.
Few of us know you and that's what's so scary
but a few do know you're soul's long since buried.
Not in the cool ground but further down, down, down.
Buried down in the burning embers.

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