Forget Their Names - Sleepy Holler

We march into the city, wounded but sound Showered by the praises from the unclean crowds Inside the throne room, we feel so at ease It's as God intended, and I'm sure He'd agree We are victorious, we are young With all the time in the world to regret what we've done Like Adam and Eve in springtime before the fall They'll celebrate our victory with pomp and circumstance Our faces grace the currency, the schoolrooms, and stamps Holidays and avenues, boulevards and parks Our names ring on forever, shining beacons in the dark We are victorious, we are young With all the time in the world to regret what we've done Like Adam and Eve in springtime before the fall Generations later will come to tear us down Rip us from our pedestals and wheel us out of town Melt us down for daggers, zeal, and rage Destroy our plazas, jackhammer our names We are victorious, we are young With all the time in the world to regret what we've done Like Adam and Eve in springtime before the fall Like Adam and Eve in springtime before the fall

I was kinda quiet as a kid growing up First twenty years man, I didn't say much Taking all the shit that the poor folks are given Dodging daddy's fist and the Jackson County Prison Can't cut a bleach stain who am I kidding I came from the mud where the low lives waller Sailor-swearing, single-parent, double-wide squalor Wild child, coyote-kid without a collar Trying to get by on a high and a dollar It's the salt in the sting It's the fire in my veins Hear it when I sing It's the pain that put the holler in the holler from the holler Holler from the holler Board as a 2×4, fightin' just for fun In the middle of nowhere with nowhere to run Hellbent, broken-soul seeking salvation Where the preachers all preach from The Book of Revelations A hundred dollar Chevy was my ticket out And The Valley of The Shadow always with me no doubt I came from the mud where the low lives waller Sailor-swearing, single-parent, double-wide squalor Wild child, coyote-kid without a collar Trying to get by on a high and a dollar It's the salt in the sting Fire in my veins Hear it when I sing It's the pain that put the holler in the holler from the holler Holler from the holler Yeah Yeah I was kinda quiet as a kid growing up I was kinda quiet as a kid growing up I was kinda quiet as a kid growing up I came from the mud where the low lives waller Sailor-swearing, single-parent, double-wide squalor Wild child, coyote-kid without a collar Trying to get by on a high and a dollar It's the salt in the sting It's the fire in my veins Hear it when I sing It's the pain that Pain put the holler Pain put the holler In the holler from the holler Holler from the holler

Whoa, whoa The only poison I've had is ivy The only man I fear is God No snakes can make me run now 'Cause I've been bit by 'em all No buck can stare me down No neighbor can shut me up I'm off the grid and I'm off my rocker I'm off in the holler son We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder And a hand with a loaded gun We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on Leavin' two black marks down a one lane road Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we them holler boys The only fight I've ever been in Was takin' up for somebody else The only time I got my jaw jacked is never but damn sure not quite yet The times I miss the most are the times nobody knows When it was me, my cousin, and a couple of my buddies Racin' down ol' Sams Creek Road We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder And a hand with a loaded gun We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on Leavin' two blackmarks down a one lane road Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we them holler boys Holler boy native to the holler soil Washed in the spring of a farmer's joy We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder Or a hand with a loaded gun We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder And a hand with a loaded gun We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on Leavin' two blackmarks down a one lane road Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we them holler boys