Keene Brothers Beauty Of The Draft
Now we have a verdict:
Shit heels can walk
And the bones will rise
Right before our eyes
That's the beauty of the draft
Poles will reverse
Last place goes first
It's enough to make a preacher curse
That's the beauty of the draft
Slave it now
Don't save it now - you know how
That's the beauty of the draft
Winter winds will whistle
Through your bulletproof dismissal
That's the beauty
Silver fools create the blackest rules
Slumbering in the shock
When the energy gets lost
In the beauty
That's the beauty
That's the beauty of the draft
