Brother 52

On the trail of torn out twisters two angels on a mission came
dust devils danced before them in the path of the hurricane.
On the road to Oklahoma through the flatlands from L.A.
from the shadows in the valley from a country where the lizards play.
While they drove they kept the radio on, why don't you singalong,
singalong, singalong.

Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo Brother 52
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo Brother 52
I don't think so.

A man stands behind his shadow, a man stands behind his words.
These men are together with family to defend their rights in another
man's world.
Most people stood against them, most people disagreed
with the need for all those weapons in our safe, secure society.
Paint the words and the pictures on another man's skin
We are lover, warrior, magician kings.

Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo Brother 52
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo Brother 52
I don't think so.

Some say he had it coming, others say he was sole to blame
but who says they've got the rights if any at all to blow
the brothers away.
A man got a right to wonder, a man got a right to dream,
without looking over his shoulder to choose the manner
of the life he leads.
One man's thoughts on another man's skin
We are lover, warrior, magician kings.

Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo Brother 52
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo Brother 52
I don't think so.