Credo Veritas!

Credo Veritas

I'll live you down!
I'll live you down!
No matter what
Kind of scoffing's around!

That's the truth
And the way it is,
That I have found!

There's no angels
All around,
On this whole Earth,
Or in any town,

So no matter what
You've gotta say,
I'll live you down!

Go on and dig up
All my dirt!
Your hardest work
Will have no worth,

'Cuz that was then
And this is now,
Put your shovel down!

See you should find
You your own gold,
And leave alone
My reborn soul,

And do something
Good for the rest
Of the fold,

While I live you down!!!

Dig that Lady!

(solos)

You see a Credo
Is a way,
That still has stood
Ever since the first day.

And about that I don't play,
So don't mess around!!!

And Veritas is God's
Own truth!
How he and I
Live is our proof,

So take the beam
Out of your own eye,
While I live my
Mote down!!!
While I help all around!!!
They'll tell you
I lived you Down!!!!

Take care of others
And yourself now,
While I take care
Of those taking care
Of Me!!!

\M/

Matt O'Connor,
All Rights Reserved!

Aint They A Pair?

The Vulture,
And The Saw Bones,
Oh me oh my
Aint they a pair?

The Vulture,
And The Saw Bones,
They got what they could
Out of me,
And they left me there.

Every soldier finds
The end of his road,
Every story has it's
Last word told.
No matter who interupts
Or gets in the way.

Even the toughest bastid falls,
When they and the black robed one call
But only the tough bastid's
The one who's proud
At the end of that day

The Vulture,
And The Saw Bones,
They got my gold,
And let rags gristle
Fade away.

The Vulture,
And The Saw Bones,
They make more money than God,
Everyday.

(solos)

Every fight ends with the bell,
Was it a good win?
Who can tell?
Don't ask the ref,
You know he just got paid!

Even in the instant replay,
They got computers nowadays.
The winner fell,
And the scumbag loser walked away!

The Vulture,
And The Saw Bones,
Aint nobody else
But them
That ever gets their way.

The Vulture,
And The Saw Bones,
They had their way with me,
They got the best of me,
They sure didn't cry for me,
When they flew away...

The Ghosts Of The Insane

The Ghosts Of The Insane

There's a hidden place,
Way out in the woods,
Where the strangest
Thing were done,
And no
They were not good.

The ones who were not
Understood,
Were left there
By the same...

First it was a field,
Where soldiers went
Their way,
Then it was a farm,
Where the demons
Sowed their pain.
First the patients
Tilled the field,
Then the "doctors"
Drilled their brains...

They're The Ghosts Of The Insane!!!

In the name of
Pseudo Science,
Many wrongs
Are done.
Whether innocent
Or blamed,
All wronged
Everyone.

I wouldn't
Do that to a dog,
Is what they
Used to say...

While the
Staffing sat
In easy chairs,
Their patients
Worked for free,
For hours long and hard,
Beyond all decency.

It finally had to stop,
When some could finally see,

Crying Ghosts Of The Insane...

It always started
When they were
Dropped off on that road.
That road of endless trials,
Made by ugly human toads.
I'm sure the residents
Asked why this had to be.
I wonder just how much
They were just like you and me...
Will it start over again,
Is what's really scaring me!!!

(solos)

Tears and blood
watered that ground,
Before they laid the stones,
A pauper's stone is very small,
And the name is rarely known.
Yet if you go and read them,
You may hear them say it plain...

We're the victims here,
Why were we put here?
Please be filled with fear!!!
We're The Ghosts Of The Insane!!!