The Gospel

way back with Johnny Price

he’ll split you open

with an overhand right

out on a white trash wednesday night

tearing up the whole bar

had em running for their lives

a street kid, to terror in the bars

too many jail stints

countless scars

now he’s an a-list union man

he’ll crack a few skulls but he’s

there his Fam and….

this train is bound for glory

kinda like that old gospel story

whether money or blood is pouring

my brothers are waiting for me

this trains for a different breed

the kind that this world really needs

left behind to fight and bleed

and we’re never gonna bend a knee

oh no

good times with the homie Bink

built like the fucking missing link

he’ll have you laughing

killing off a whole handle but

razors and bulkets can’t

stop this animal

just another Family man

on the attack when others ran

working overtime to survive

and kicking in doors when it’s

do or die

this train is bound for glory

kinda like that old gospel story

whether money or blood is pouring

my brothers are waiting for me

this trains for a different breed

the kind that this world really needs

left behind to fight and bleed

and we’re never gonna bend a knee

oh no

my friends are sinners and ramblers

stickup men and two-but gamblers

swinging dicks, swing fists and hammers

they can’t stand us

or withstand us

they said we’d never go far

with bulletholes and battlescars

i know a place we all can go

the sins don’t matter

and the good times roll

so let the good times roll

this trains is bound for glory (x4)

this train is bound for glory

kinda like that old gospel story

whether money or blood is pouring

my brothers are waiting for me

this trains for a different breed

the kind that this world really needs

left behind to fight and bleed

and we’re never gonna bend a knee

oh no

we’re bound for glory