So a lot of people were asking for them and I try to fulfil that request by writing this journal. Hope it helps.
Defeater - Lost Ground
Track 1: The Red, White And Blues
That whiskey burns goin' down,
Old man pour me another round,
Because it's my last night in town,
And I ain't thinkin' of slowin' down.
No I am fixin' to drown 'til I see the sun,
Or I can't see.
Because I got the blues,
Or the blues got me.
I'm gonna make my momma proud,
Her boy on the front lines,
And just like my daddy done.
I ain't afraid to die,
I ain't no fortunate one.
But I am proud of what I done,
And hardships, I seen some.
But I ain't no coward,
I don't turn and run.
So I stumble home
And pack up my old memories.
Pictures of Ma,
My daddy's flask, she gave me.
"Keep it near your heart"
she would always say.
It's all he left and so that's where it will stay,
And her leatherbound book of psalms and prayers,
That she would always read with patience and care.
A short walk to the cemetary
To pay respect before I leave.
1901 to 1943.
I run my fingers through her name and the effigy.
The sun is up, and it's all I see.
I got the blues and they still got me.
I'm gonna my momma proud,
Her hopeful new recruit.
And just like my daddy done.
I'm gonna bleed red, white and blue.
Track 2: The Bite and the Sting
I've spent days in this trench in the snow,
the my run by my side.
It's cold and wetr and you're all alone up keeping watch at night.
The bite and the sting
that the bitter cold brings reminds you,
that you're still alive.
The hope and the pride that we all hold inside
seems to break when another boy dies.
We ain't seen no germans for days.
We're just tired and sore.
And it feels like I'm wastin' away.
So I drink from my flask to stay warm.
Every bomb miles away,
every fading engine cry
still makes your heart start to race.
Keeps you prayin' at night,
been too quiet
and to calm for somethin' not to be wrong.
So we sit as brothers in arms,
so we wait, and we shake.
Hear the roar of the tanks and the gunfire of the on-comin' storm.
The ring in our ears,
and the cold rush of fear overtakes us
with the enemy in sight.
I stagger, but don't falter.
I aim and pull the trigger
and we fight.
But it all happens so fast.
The blur of the sweat in my eyes.
But with every man I kill,
it seems two of my friends fall to die.
I'm down on my knees.
Feel the pain in my gut
and the snow is covered in blood.
I crawl to my captains side,
his head is on my knee,
says "See to it, that my grave is kept clean."
I wake up in a hospital bed.
There are rows and rows and rows of dyin' kids
And I know my whole infantry is dead.
Track 3: A Wound And Scar
I stand next to an empty grave
Where my friends will lay.
I'll put their bodies down
into their restin' place.
I got a purple heart
For a Wound and a Scar.
They just sent letters home
That broke their families apart.
The pallbearer's burden
As heavy as my heart's hurtin'
All the pain and guilt
My head is ponderin'.
Why them and not me?
Did you ever hear that coffin sound?
It means another poor boy is in the ground.
Have you ever heard them church bells toll?
It means another poor boy is dead and gone.
The preacher preachs.
Holdin' folded flags.
Mother mourns.
Holdin' folded flags.
Just caskets and folded flags.
Just folded flags.
No hope.
Track 4:
Home Ain't Never Home
I'm wanderin' these streets alone.
They don't feel like home.
This once hallowed ground
Feels like a ghost town now.
I'm on the street corner every day
And at night I drink it away.
This flask that saved my life
Might be the death of me.
Ain't no man in this city
Will take a chance on me.
The color of my skin is all they see.
I was a hero when I came home
Now no one seems to know.
And this medal that I received,
It means nothing to me.
I keep readin' my momma's prayer.
But I find nothin' there that makes any sense to me.
Her god is no more than a thief.
I'm gonna pack up.
I'm gonna leave on a train car headin' north bound.
With my lost hope, I'm gonna get out.
Carry burdens, carry my guilt.
I'm gonna leave.
Poor yound soul that died in vain.
Every soldier lost in this country's name.
My guilt, and my shame.
My pride and no name.
Just burdens.
Track 5:Singin' New York Town
My saviour, this city.
My comfort, her pity.
Or so I hoped.
My heartache, my hard luck,
My war time, my struggle,
That no one knows-
In the alleys where I sleep
I beg and beg for the food I eat.
All the pain and the hurt in your gut where it burns.
Every man here is just like me.
The wind blowin' 'round the snow,
Makes a man freeze straight to the bone.
So I drink and I drink and I try not to think of all the people I lost at home.
These six strings I'm playin'
And these songs I'm singin'
Keep me alive.
These strangers that curse me.
The hero they don't see.
Just waitin' to die.
I ain't the man I used to be.
I feel the city as it's crushin' me.
I am losin' ground on these city streets.
New York Town has got the best of me.
The southern ground where my momma sleeps.
She found death and she found peace.
There's an empty grave next to where she lay.
The where I'm supposed to be.
I beg and I plead for her god to hear me.
He's just a coward.
And a thief.
I pray and I pray, If he is there to answer me,
But I hear nothin'.
Track 6:Beggin' in the Slums
I ain't been sleepin' well these days.
I lie awake listenin' to the trains,
Wishing for one to come and take me away.
I've lost my way, every place I've been.
I'm tired of thinkin' of all the hurt I've seen.
Wishin' for death to finally take me.
My days are all the same.
On the corners I beg and play.
I blow my lungs out for some stranger's change.
The nights are long and cold under bridges,
When you're all alone.
The embers of the fire build like drifts of snow.
I've been thrown out.
I've been let down.
Never felt the promise of this town
There was supposed to be when I left home.
I am washed up, on my last breath.
Just an old man with nothin' left.
It ain't the way it was supposed to be when I came home.
My ups and my downs have burnt me out.
These people watchin' me and the swan song I sing.
And in the crowd I see the eyes that have been broken down, just like mine.
I hope my words dig deep.
I hope he's listenin', and see's that I've become just a beaten man beggin' in the slums.
My hope.
I finally found my hope in the poor lost soul's eyes that were burnin' just like mine.
Defeater - Lost Ground
Track 1: The Red, White And Blues
That whiskey burns goin' down,
Old man pour me another round,
Because it's my last night in town,
And I ain't thinkin' of slowin' down.
No I am fixin' to drown 'til I see the sun,
Or I can't see.
Because I got the blues,
Or the blues got me.
I'm gonna make my momma proud,
Her boy on the front lines,
And just like my daddy done.
I ain't afraid to die,
I ain't no fortunate one.
But I am proud of what I done,
And hardships, I seen some.
But I ain't no coward,
I don't turn and run.
So I stumble home
And pack up my old memories.
Pictures of Ma,
My daddy's flask, she gave me.
"Keep it near your heart"
she would always say.
It's all he left and so that's where it will stay,
And her leatherbound book of psalms and prayers,
That she would always read with patience and care.
A short walk to the cemetary
To pay respect before I leave.
1901 to 1943.
I run my fingers through her name and the effigy.
The sun is up, and it's all I see.
I got the blues and they still got me.
I'm gonna my momma proud,
Her hopeful new recruit.
And just like my daddy done.
I'm gonna bleed red, white and blue.
Track 2: The Bite and the Sting
I've spent days in this trench in the snow,
the my run by my side.
It's cold and wetr and you're all alone up keeping watch at night.
The bite and the sting
that the bitter cold brings reminds you,
that you're still alive.
The hope and the pride that we all hold inside
seems to break when another boy dies.
We ain't seen no germans for days.
We're just tired and sore.
And it feels like I'm wastin' away.
So I drink from my flask to stay warm.
Every bomb miles away,
every fading engine cry
still makes your heart start to race.
Keeps you prayin' at night,
been too quiet
and to calm for somethin' not to be wrong.
So we sit as brothers in arms,
so we wait, and we shake.
Hear the roar of the tanks and the gunfire of the on-comin' storm.
The ring in our ears,
and the cold rush of fear overtakes us
with the enemy in sight.
I stagger, but don't falter.
I aim and pull the trigger
and we fight.
But it all happens so fast.
The blur of the sweat in my eyes.
But with every man I kill,
it seems two of my friends fall to die.
I'm down on my knees.
Feel the pain in my gut
and the snow is covered in blood.
I crawl to my captains side,
his head is on my knee,
says "See to it, that my grave is kept clean."
I wake up in a hospital bed.
There are rows and rows and rows of dyin' kids
And I know my whole infantry is dead.
Track 3: A Wound And Scar
I stand next to an empty grave
Where my friends will lay.
I'll put their bodies down
into their restin' place.
I got a purple heart
For a Wound and a Scar.
They just sent letters home
That broke their families apart.
The pallbearer's burden
As heavy as my heart's hurtin'
All the pain and guilt
My head is ponderin'.
Why them and not me?
Did you ever hear that coffin sound?
It means another poor boy is in the ground.
Have you ever heard them church bells toll?
It means another poor boy is dead and gone.
The preacher preachs.
Holdin' folded flags.
Mother mourns.
Holdin' folded flags.
Just caskets and folded flags.
Just folded flags.
No hope.
Track 4:
Home Ain't Never HomeI'm wanderin' these streets alone.
They don't feel like home.
This once hallowed ground
Feels like a ghost town now.
I'm on the street corner every day
And at night I drink it away.
This flask that saved my life
Might be the death of me.
Ain't no man in this city
Will take a chance on me.
The color of my skin is all they see.
I was a hero when I came home
Now no one seems to know.
And this medal that I received,
It means nothing to me.
I keep readin' my momma's prayer.
But I find nothin' there that makes any sense to me.
Her god is no more than a thief.
I'm gonna pack up.
I'm gonna leave on a train car headin' north bound.
With my lost hope, I'm gonna get out.
Carry burdens, carry my guilt.
I'm gonna leave.
Poor yound soul that died in vain.
Every soldier lost in this country's name.
My guilt, and my shame.
My pride and no name.
Just burdens.
Track 5:
Singin' New York TownMy saviour, this city.
My comfort, her pity.
Or so I hoped.
My heartache, my hard luck,
My war time, my struggle,
That no one knows-
In the alleys where I sleep
I beg and beg for the food I eat.
All the pain and the hurt in your gut where it burns.
Every man here is just like me.
The wind blowin' 'round the snow,
Makes a man freeze straight to the bone.
So I drink and I drink and I try not to think of all the people I lost at home.
These six strings I'm playin'
And these songs I'm singin'
Keep me alive.
These strangers that curse me.
The hero they don't see.
Just waitin' to die.
I ain't the man I used to be.
I feel the city as it's crushin' me.
I am losin' ground on these city streets.
New York Town has got the best of me.
The southern ground where my momma sleeps.
She found death and she found peace.
There's an empty grave next to where she lay.
The where I'm supposed to be.
I beg and I plead for her god to hear me.
He's just a coward.
And a thief.
I pray and I pray, If he is there to answer me,
But I hear nothin'.
Track 6:
Beggin' in the SlumsI ain't been sleepin' well these days.
I lie awake listenin' to the trains,
Wishing for one to come and take me away.
I've lost my way, every place I've been.
I'm tired of thinkin' of all the hurt I've seen.
Wishin' for death to finally take me.
My days are all the same.
On the corners I beg and play.
I blow my lungs out for some stranger's change.
The nights are long and cold under bridges,
When you're all alone.
The embers of the fire build like drifts of snow.
I've been thrown out.
I've been let down.
Never felt the promise of this town
There was supposed to be when I left home.
I am washed up, on my last breath.
Just an old man with nothin' left.
It ain't the way it was supposed to be when I came home.
My ups and my downs have burnt me out.
These people watchin' me and the swan song I sing.
And in the crowd I see the eyes that have been broken down, just like mine.
I hope my words dig deep.
I hope he's listenin', and see's that I've become just a beaten man beggin' in the slums.
My hope.
I finally found my hope in the poor lost soul's eyes that were burnin' just like mine.
