Lyrics
Well they say
You cant dance
With demons watching you
And They say
That they want you
Any way Anyhow
They can
They will
Push it aside
Like the Bull
We hear everyday
Clogs my tribal vibrations
Lets my frequency
Only sound like
Some phantom power
and its damn distortion
So i don't
Look back
Or barely grin
Let my sins at Gods door
Let the rubbish
Pile up like
New York City Trash
Style
gritty b3 leslie hammond organ bluesy funky soul tube amp leslie guitar
Credits
Prompt by
SpnksterNoVb67
SpnksterNoVb67GeneratedFeb 27, 2026
ModelAria v5
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