Gloryhound – Daniel Amos – letras

Bombs and money, and a death wishI don’t need your inspiration, I love you honeyBut you’re bound to vanish, in some fiery desperationSlide down, you’re sliding down a flagpoleTo the devil in hell, Some kinda’ gloryhoundWho loves those demagogue hucksters, and their wishing wellsI’m seein’ blood red letters, on black armbandsI won’t hide from the mobs derisionFeeding hollow point bullets, to a hungry manYou got him prayin’ for the cataclysm, another gloryhoundYou smuggle guns and bibles in a satellite dishCan’t stop you at the customs stationBeware the full metal hook inside the miracle fishA neo-gospel for the hungry nationsStrap down, secure the weekend warriorTo his T.V. seat, some kinda’ gloryhoundA flack jacket yuppie in a camouflage jeepHe’s a gloryhound, he’s a gloryhound