Bill - Overseer's first order (dark country, big beat)

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Lyrics:
No way, Joe, this contraption
Spins out songs that spark transaction
(Money rollin’, pure satisfaction)
Kickin' up dust on this godforsaken track
Ain't no turnin' our wagon back
This here music box, sharp as a knife
Gonna carve us out a brand new life
(Gonna slice us clean outta this strife)
The Overseer’s hand keeps them bugs in line
They’ll play on demand ‘til the end of time
(We'll take our dime)
(ohoh, ohoh, oooh, oooh, oooh)
Rollin' where the wild winds dare (Right there)
No road that can catch us unaware (Beware)
Music's our weapon, break every chain (Again)
Gonna make 'em sing our refrain (Our claim)
Lil' monkey conductor, workin' them bugs
Makin' melodies tight as leather mugs
Youngins a-laughin', grown folks gone still
Like we done caught the devil's own will
(Ain't no sound that don't pay our bill)
(Woo, woo, woo) The Overseer’s hand keeps them bugs in line
(Woo, woo, woo) They’ll play on demand ‘til the end of time
(We'll take our dime)
(Oooh, oooh, oooh) Rollin' where the wild winds dare (Right there)
(Oooh, oooh, oooh, No road that can catch us unaware (Beware)
(Oooh, oooh) Music's our weapon, break every chain (Again)
(Oooh) Gonna make 'em sing our refrain (Our claim)
Shadows slide where secrets hide and ride
Dark tides glide, whispers collide inside
Secrets stride, ancient rhythms abide
Twisted pride where madness and music coincide
Nightmares slide through melodies that divide
Wild-eyed ride where our salvation's tied
(Darkness gonna make 'em testify)
Stealin' hope with each goddamn note we play
Turnin' suffering to a gold-lined way
Every town's just another chance to rise
Spinnin' stories 'neath thundercloud skies, skies, skies
(Gonna trap my perfect)
The Overseer’s hand keeps them bugs in line
They’ll play on demand ‘til the end of time
The Overseer's hands keeps them bugs in line
They’ll play on demand ‘til the end of time
(We'll take our dime)
Where the wild winds dare (Right there)
No road catch unaware
Music's our weapon, break every chain (Again)
Gonna make 'em sing our refrain (Our claim)
Where the wild winds dare (Right there)
Breaking chips just saw nowhere
Music's our weapon, break every chain
Gonna make 'em sing our refrain (Our claim)
(About frame)
Riches’ll flow if we play our part
Make it sing, Overseer, make Perfect Art
(Order recieved, producing perfect art)
(Smile and keep working)