The bastard son
Of a butcher's gun
No family, no friends, no relations
His path led the way
To death and decay
No home, no love, no nation
Shielded by hate
Guarding his gate
Of might through intimidation
He stood before all
Malignant and tall
The wrathful hand of damnation
Until one winter's night
Beneath snow and lamp light
His bloodied knuckles still gleaming
A kindhearted soul
Her nightly favors sold
Saw past the pain to the healing
She knelt by his side
Stockings torn like her pride
And offered a tired but strong hand
He took it and found
Love in the sound
Of the beat of the Lonely Hearts Band
She knelt by his side
Stockings torn like her pride
And offered a tired but strong hand
He took it and found
Love in the sound
Of the beat of the Lonely Hearts Band
Too nailed by hate
Guarding his gate
Of might through intimidation
He stood before all
Malignant and tall
The wrathful hand of damnation
Until one winter's night
Beneath snow and lamp light
His bloodied knuckles still gleaming
A kindhearted soul
Her nightly favors sold
Saw past the pain to the healing
She knelt by his side
Stockings torn like her pride
And offered a tired but strong hand
He took it and found
Love in the sound
Of the beat of the Lonely Hearts Band
Of the beat of the Lonely Hearts Band
The bastard son
Of a butcher's gun
No family, no friends, no relations
His path led the way
To death and decay
No home, no love, no nation
The Broke Neck Reds - The Beat of the Lonely Hearts Band Lyrics
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The bastard son
Of a butcher's gun
No family, no friends, no relations
His path led the way
To death and decay
No home, no love, no nation
Shielded by hate
Guarding his gate
Of might through intimidation
He stood before all
Malignant and tall
The wrathful hand of damnation
Until one winter's night
Beneath snow and lamp light
His bloodied knuckles still gleaming
A kindhearted soul
Her nightly favors sold
Saw past the pain to the healing
She knelt by his side
Stockings torn like her pride
And offered a tired but strong hand
He took it and found
Love in the sound
Of the beat of the Lonely Hearts Band
She knelt by his side
Stockings torn like her pride
And offered a tired but strong hand
He took it and found
Love in the sound
Of the beat of the Lonely Hearts Band
Too nailed by hate
Guarding his gate
Of might through intimidation
He stood before all
Malignant and tall
The wrathful hand of damnation
Until one winter's night
Beneath snow and lamp light
His bloodied knuckles still gleaming
A kindhearted soul
Her nightly favors sold
Saw past the pain to the healing
She knelt by his side
Stockings torn like her pride
And offered a tired but strong hand
He took it and found
Love in the sound
Of the beat of the Lonely Hearts Band
Of the beat of the Lonely Hearts Band
The bastard son
Of a butcher's gun
No family, no friends, no relations
His path led the way
To death and decay
No home, no love, no nation
Of a butcher's gun
No family, no friends, no relations
His path led the way
To death and decay
No home, no love, no nation
Shielded by hate
Guarding his gate
Of might through intimidation
He stood before all
Malignant and tall
The wrathful hand of damnation
Until one winter's night
Beneath snow and lamp light
His bloodied knuckles still gleaming
A kindhearted soul
Her nightly favors sold
Saw past the pain to the healing
She knelt by his side
Stockings torn like her pride
And offered a tired but strong hand
He took it and found
Love in the sound
Of the beat of the Lonely Hearts Band
She knelt by his side
Stockings torn like her pride
And offered a tired but strong hand
He took it and found
Love in the sound
Of the beat of the Lonely Hearts Band
Too nailed by hate
Guarding his gate
Of might through intimidation
He stood before all
Malignant and tall
The wrathful hand of damnation
Until one winter's night
Beneath snow and lamp light
His bloodied knuckles still gleaming
A kindhearted soul
Her nightly favors sold
Saw past the pain to the healing
She knelt by his side
Stockings torn like her pride
And offered a tired but strong hand
He took it and found
Love in the sound
Of the beat of the Lonely Hearts Band
Of the beat of the Lonely Hearts Band
The bastard son
Of a butcher's gun
No family, no friends, no relations
His path led the way
To death and decay
No home, no love, no nation
Writer: Steven Hines
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