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In the Promised Land

from The Lost Grimoire by Headless Relatives

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We've grown accustomed
To navigating in the dark
So when they turned the power off
There was no difference we could mark
And even when the nights got colder
We just huddled to stay warm
The ground beneath our feet is sacred
No one can do us harm

And our cups are overflowing
With milk and honey
And the sickly sweet taste
Overwhelms the pain
And with the sun beating down
On our naked bodies
We feel no shame

In the daylight hours
We just sit outside
Lawn chairs and plastic cups
Nothing left to hide
The neighbors call the cops
They really want us gone
But all the people of this fair country
Can't drive us from our home

And our cups are overflowing
With milk and honey
And the sickly sweet taste
Overwhelms the pain
And with the sun beating down
On our naked bodies
We feel no shame

And when they finally come
We will put up no resistance
It wouldn't help anyway
And as the neighbors stand and gloat
We will hold our heads up high
Every snake must have its day

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from The Lost Grimoire, released November 23, 2018
S. A. Biskind - music, lyrics, guitar, vocals, impromptu cheek-based percussion

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Headless Relatives Glens Falls, New York

Headless Relatives play songs. These songs feature desperate individuals, bittersweet memories, and ancient Egyptian gods. Some of these songs can be found here.

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