Something wicked something strange
Some sudden barometric change
The smell of sulfer in the wind
So it begins, my only friends
I can feel it in my knee
This one will be the end of me
Here I’ll make my final stand
This land is my land, this land is mine
I’m not gonna budge this is my sweat and my blood
Be it ash be it mud I’m Harry Truman
No shallow grave my needs wont meet
I’m talkin 300 feet
Ash and mud on top of me
A funeral pyre
Fit for a king
I’m not gonna leave this is my one and only love
Be it fire from above I’m Harry Truman
I’m not gonna budge this is my sweat and my blood
Be it ash be it mud I’m Harry Truman
Ooh and I’m not gonna flee from this mountain
This volcano is my final claim
If my options are death or abandonment
I’m going down in flames
I’m not gonna leave this is my one and only love
Be it fire from above I’m Harry Truman
I’m not gonna budge this is my sweat and my blood
Be it ash be it mud I’m Harry Truman