Sound
Rockabilly, male singer with dark southern accent, guitars, piano, harmonica, mandolin, Soulful, Melodic, Playful, Acoustic guitar strums, Passionate, Acoustic harmonies, Punchy beat,
Lyrics
(Heavy, driving guitar riff in the style of Johnny Cash, punctuated by a steady, insistent drum beat)
(Verse 1)
He walks the streets, a shadow in the day,
Sees it happen, over and over again,
A chilling wind whispers a vile display,
In the marketplace, the hunt begins.
(Verse 2)
Young girls tremble, under judging eyes,
He clenches his fist, a knot inside,
A serpent's tongue spins wicked lies,
On buses, trains, where virtue often hides.
(Verse 3)
He feels the shame, a brand upon his face,
These wolves in sheep's clothes, prowling low,
Part of the brotherhood, a cursed race,
Whispering promises, reaping what they sow.
(Verse 4)
He sees the glint, the hunger in their stare,
In crowded shops and dusty roads they tread,
A silent scream hangs heavy in the air,
Another innocent, filled with fear instead.
(Verse 5)
He wants to roar, to tear them limb from limb,
This silent rage, a fire in his core,
But knows that justice remains so grim,
While vultures circle, wanting something more.
(Outro)
(Music fades with a final, resonating guitar chord and a heavy drum beat)
He walks on, haunted by the sight,
A man ashamed, beneath the judging sun,
Praying for a day when wrong makes right,
Before the damage is completely done.
(Verse 1)
He walks the streets, a shadow in the day,
Sees it happen, over and over again,
A chilling wind whispers a vile display,
In the marketplace, the hunt begins.
(Verse 2)
Young girls tremble, under judging eyes,
He clenches his fist, a knot inside,
A serpent's tongue spins wicked lies,
On buses, trains, where virtue often hides.
(Verse 3)
He feels the shame, a brand upon his face,
These wolves in sheep's clothes, prowling low,
Part of the brotherhood, a cursed race,
Whispering promises, reaping what they sow.
(Verse 4)
He sees the glint, the hunger in their stare,
In crowded shops and dusty roads they tread,
A silent scream hangs heavy in the air,
Another innocent, filled with fear instead.
(Verse 5)
He wants to roar, to tear them limb from limb,
This silent rage, a fire in his core,
But knows that justice remains so grim,
While vultures circle, wanting something more.
(Outro)
(Music fades with a final, resonating guitar chord and a heavy drum beat)
He walks on, haunted by the sight,
A man ashamed, beneath the judging sun,
Praying for a day when wrong makes right,
Before the damage is completely done.