Bronx, The - The Unholy Hand Lyrics



They got you working on the weekdays
They got you working on the weekends too
And now you're swallowing your paycheck
Like it's what you always dreamed you'd do
When you look into the mirror
Does your fate get any clearer?
Are you hanging on your last hope
When you look under the microscope?

Are you the anti-Christ or the holy ghost?
Do you wanna die or just come real close?

They got you rotting on the spotlight
Thinking everyone knows who you are
And now you're talking like a prophet
Hustling money from a shooting star
Will you shake into the sunset?
Will you run from your judgment?
Will you trip across the tight wind?
Will you fall into your own shrine?

Is it heaven or hell inside your mind?

Are you the anti-Christ or the holy ghost?
Do you wanna die or just come real close?
Are you the anti-Christ or the holy ghost?
Do you wanna die or just come real close?

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Are you the anti-Christ or the holy ghost?
Do you wanna die or just come real close?
Are you the anti-Christ or the holy ghost?
Do you wanna die or just come real close?




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Bronx, The The Unholy Hand Comments
  1. SimoneJStogrin

    The album is brilliant.

  2. Gary Lazarus

    My 87 year old dad in the winning scooter. He also did a 10 mile bike ride (two wheels) last month!

    Tamanwar

    Bless your dad

  3. MrMuschiato

    best videoclip ever