Southern Flame Lyrics

Well, he speaks of a valley and a shadow of death

Trap doors leadin' to a lion's den

State-wide television in your hands

And a knife you acquired from a foreign land

What a sound mind, what a pretty face

"Guinness World Record Free Fall From Grace"

Yeah, they saw it in her stance

And they know your name

Now your head burns brighter than a southern flame

Now they talk to each other in a practiced code

One by one through a sacred row

Then all at once silent, as he ascends his throne

To curse the seeds of which he's sown

And shun the true and faithful clones

sucking up every word from his phallic pew

But they all say silent, for they know it's a shame

'Cause his head burns brighter than a southern flame

But no one dares break his weekly stride

'Cause he's got his hands raised to the Most High

And they've got their hands raised on a Friday night

Under the floodlights

For the red and white

Let's go Dawgs

Let's go Dawgs

Let's go Dawgs

Let's go Dawgs

Let's go Dawgs

Let's go Dawgs

Let's go Dawgs

So say your prayers

And shed a tear

Tonight