Extractive industries stop at nothing
Driving into the realm of the hungry Holy Ghost
Feeding on aspirations
Vigilantes of the status quo
It’s a feller-buncher harvest of ancient knot-free lumber
And any you monkey-wrenchers dumb enough to get in our way
I’m at 18-wheel ramming speed
I’m so close that I can see the little ones in the back seat
The price of my logging job is your life
We know about your plans
We know about Redwood Summer
You can’t change the way we live
We are going to show you the stomp
Judi Bari, here is a picture
Your face in a rifle’s crosshairs
Come on, baby, do that no-trial boogie
Judi Bari, here is your stomp
Blow, pipe bomb, blow
Drive the nails up through the driver’s seat
Into her flesh, into the ceiling
Purify this sick nation of the pagans and the sl#ts
I am anointed
I am the hungry Holy Ghost
I am the Lord’s Avenger and this is your stomp
Extractive industries stop at nothing
I take credit for the May 24th bombing
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Craw Lyrics – Stomp