Ain't got no money
And there ain't no future left to sell
AIn't got no judgement
No one to blame now but ourselves
But in these Black Mason Hills
We don't need no dollar bills
We afford whatever we can find
We awake in the sun
To the sound of beating drums
And there ain't no keeping track of time
But we get on just fine...
...In the Black Mason Hills
Ain't got no diamond
And there ain't no bible by my bed
Ain't got no Father
And there ain't no savior overhead
But in these Black Mason Hills
We don't need no dollar bills
We afford whatever we can find
And we awake in the sun
To the sound of beating drums
And there ain't no keeping track of time
But we get on just fine...
Place our heads on your sharpened spears
If you so desire
Just keep the hands of them racketeers
Away from this fire
In these Black Mason Hills
We don't need no dollar bills
We afford whatever we can find
And we awake in the sun
To the sound of distant guns
And there ain't no keeping track of time
But we get on just fine...
...In the Black Mason Hills
credits
released September 11, 2012
Reed Calhoun
Sam Kearney
Gabe Strycharz
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