God's Feet Lyrics — Alchemist

Blow that horn fast
We been red' to go
When that horn blast
The dead is comin' home

Blow that horn fast
We been ret to go
When that horn blast
The dead is coming home

Blow that horn fast
We been ret to go
When that horn blast
The dead is coming home

You haven't enough air in your lungs
When it's time you'll know
You won't have to think
U just do
In the blink of an eye
The faithful go where they are made whole
So the story goes

If the dead coming home
Prepare a table
Make em a pallet
Leave ya freshest lines
Finest spirits getting lifted singing murder ballads
Looking for a body