Spoken intro, in full.
Ok this is called the price of God and if you want to pray you gotta pay…
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Transcribed as written: straight off the band’s original insert sheet, misspellings and all.
Spoken intro, in full.
Ok this is called the price of God and if you want to pray you gotta pay…
← All of F*ck It, It’s Only Thrash · All lyrics
Transcribed as written: straight off the band’s original insert sheet, misspellings and all.

Dallas went punk and new wave. Arlington and Fort Worth went metal, in a pasture, a bar, a tombstone factory and a garage a Lebanese landlord never wanted to be a metal club.

One album on a tiny California label, a decade of silence, and a record that kept finding new listeners until the band had to come back for it.

A country songwriter’s studio at the end of a dead-end street in a one-square-mile town made Cowboys From Hell, Vulgar Display of Power and half the thrash demos in Dallas–Fort Worth.