3:10 TO URANIUM (feat. DAVY DROMAN)

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Robin Black

Robin Black is a Canadian glam rock band, originally known as Robin Black and the Intergalactic Rock Stars, formed in 1998. The band's lead singer also uses Robin Black as his stage name. more »

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Blood meridian
They judgin the kid again
In abandoned cities shitty
Clutch bloody dividends
Roast iguana bits on sticks for breakfast
Post apocalyptic desolate
Fencin tech BioJet Grappendix
Ghost guide
Road side picnic Redrick
Horses spooked lightening storms on nuked shores
Rattlesnake boots
Kick open saloon doors
Sittin in a kangaroo court
With ya eyes widefew fingers short of a high five
Car chases
Charred limbs scarred faces
Pull katanas out guitars
And ARs out guitar cases
Vile acts
Smilin like violence jack
Style Hot like rocks reptiles at
Roamin thunder dome
Sun bleached bones
Start to pile at
A halo of Crows above roads crocodile cracked
I'm lookin for this man have u seen him?
He said "that's me"
I believed him
Bandits set up camp in a Sams club
Caravan fulla ammo n canned goods
Half a dozen uppers
Thats a bounty hunter supper
Dug up your favorite toy and the picture of your mother
Slumped undercovers under buzzards
In a mass grave
Sky piss yellow
Last patch of grass ash grey

Flared nostrils Air hostile
Dust cloud blocked by a pair of square goggles
Ghosts of aristotle in my nose a prayer gospel
I'm asking marijuana if it's got a spare apostle I'ma need one
Teabagging i'm a damn problem
Stand crouch switching up my stance witta toggle
Clique got a headstone on lands that are hollow
Everytime i hit the road i leave a fat pothole
Prone slide ducking all the bad sports
Both eyes open in a sandstorm
Just found a bunker full of canned corn
Sick of old rye bread i got up in my jansport
Eyelids on low tide
2020's in low res
Hi vis bovine hide
Seek high ground on plateau beds
Mud debris will get flung far
Flash flooding from all directions to the
Focal point of my stark depression like a Lead ball on a hung tarp
Rowboat among dreadnaughts
There's no coast that I'm close to
Theres no fish in dead waters, there's no bowl and there's no spoon
No milk and no life, lure cast but no bites
No signs of close islands, scorched days, cold nights
Gamma rays on my burnt back, shoulders crunch as they turn backs
Gravelly dirt bag travels in burlap, tryna follow these birds back

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