Besedila:
Maylene And The Sons Of Disaster Ii

THE REAL THING! Been to the miswestern lights, fed on the fear in her eyes. Family's begging for their lives but, giving in's no trait or mine. Hit your knees and

The silent rituals need to be caressed let me stay here and hide my eyes from the bitter world. LORD KNOWS I'M NOT READY TO SHINE. Let me stay here and

I feel change don't know if it's them or me. Hard going from a stanger to an old face that's just not out of place. I feel stuck on fast-forward, and

Time was a drifter, almost tasted the wrath. Bitter so easy undiscovered. Standed and I'm frightened to step out Change moving my way, I won't let it

could go wrong. But the World stop spinning today. Legends are made in shallow graves Raised to meet disaster's rembrace Justice has it's place for Ma, the boys and

will ever grace another's eyes But if they do, be assured we will carry on. This is the story of our Mother Maylene and us, her proud sons of disaster