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Butcher Babies - …’Til the World’s Blind - Backstreets of Tennessee
…’Til the World’s Blind
01. Darn That Nightmare
02. Red Thunder
03. Backstreets of Tennessee
04. Wrong End of the Knife
05. Last December
06. Beaver Cage
07. Best Friend
08. I Fell Asleep at the Table
09. This Is the Part
10. Spittin’ Teeth
11. King Pin
12. The Devil Cut Me Off
13. ’Til the World’s Blind
14. Don’t Touch My Pole
Let it RIP
Burn it out before I lose my grip

I need my fucking medicine
It's a fucking ride you won't forget
Don't you worry dear
Don't worry 'cause these streets are dark and deep
It's a promise I keep, you'll bleed
Last mile you'll forever sleep
Fear on four wheels

Let it RIP
Burn it out before I lose my grip
Tail the back streets of Tennessee
That's where I feed
Kick and scream, do you feel it?
Do you feel it, it, it, it?
Now burn it out

Yeah baby, fucking dead to me
Don't even try to fucking kick and scream
Hell on four wheels
50, 50 shot dead
Dragged behind my mighty 'stang
Feeds me
I-40 gonna make you sing
Feeds me

Let it RIP
Burn it out bеfore I lose my grip
Tail the back streets of Tеnnessee
That's where I feed
Kick and scream, do you feel it?
Do you feel it, it, it, it?
Now burn it out

Concrete
Under your knees
Let it rip
In Tennessee
Oh, it's fear on four wheels
Oh, it's fear on four wheels

Let it RIP
Burn it out before I lose my grip
Tail the back streets of Tennessee
That's where I feed
Kick and scream, do you feel it?
Do you feel it, it, it, it?
Now burn it out

Concrete
Under your knees
Let it rip
In Tennessee
Oh, it's fear on four wheels
Oh, fear on four wheels