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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
The Sound Ensemble
The Sound Ensemble
Ensemble
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Spencer Mark Hood
Spencer Mark Hood
Songwriter:in
Seven Sky
Seven Sky
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
David Bashford
David Bashford
Mischtechniker:in
Matthew Wolk
Matthew Wolk
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Seven Sky
Seven Sky
Produzent:in

Lyrics

To the water Father Finlee walks
Hardly bothered by the ten-pound lock
'Round his ankles, every step he takes
Heaven's angels tremble in his wake
Never seen a wall so high,
Watch dogs around the clock
Guards at every corner
(And they don't bother calling the coroner)
Once a man gets locked inside
He's here 'till the reaper knocks
Or so they thought, till they saw one night
That man escape, and to this day
Every inmate knows his name
To the water Father Finlee walks
Hardly bothered by the ten-pound lock
'Round his ankles, every step he takes
Heaven's angels tremble in his wake
Legend has it he was raised in an attic
Mom and dad could barely afford the same pattern
Of asylum after asylum, praying to Poseidon
To keep the darkness outside of him; CLASSIC
They say he never muttered a word
Until the crucifix around the neck of a corrections officer
Caught his eye, he said "My oh my,
I think I just found my ticket out of Hell on earth."
To the water Father Finlee walks
Hardly bothered by the ten-pound lock
'Round his ankles, every step he takes
Heaven's angels tremble in his wake
It only takes a week or two
To break a god-fearing man
Ease him in with the smalltalk
(And then plant ideas 'till his ears fall off)
Finlee played that guard like a fiddle
Turned his own fears into a honing missile
"Father can you save my soul…"
"Well first you gotta bring me a little C4"
Bang flash - take an educated guess
How the blast didn't singe a single hair on his chest
He just stands in the rubble, beneath the floodlights
When despite the chains on his feet and weak muscles
He walked off, spawned a generation of knock-off
Fanatics who got caught claiming they was raised in the attic
To follow in the steps of a priest
Who traded his fate for the depths of the sea
Feet hurt, hands are dirty
Warden said supper ends 'round 5:30
But I don't think we need to
Save him a seat tonight
To the water Father Finlee walks
Hardly bothered by the ten-pound lock
'Round his ankles, every step he takes
Heaven's angels tremble in his wake
Written by: Spencer Mark Hood

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