The Oil Barons - The Oil Baron Lyrics

This town is tapped
Tear it down, boys
The West is won
Pour another round, boys
And keep your eye to the ground, boy
The Barons are back, Jack
Back in town, boy
And mind your manners when I come around
And turn the picture of your daughter down
You'll feel the rumble, the rattle and shake
When I make my awful sound
Keep an ear to the ground
The Earth bleeds from an old vein
I got my finger on the pulse
There's no beauty like an black stain
(The land is lousy with the stuff)
I bleed her with my sick machine
I'll bleed a bitch dry
Black metal with a purple sheen
Make your momma cry