Hell Is Just Too Small

from Et Tu Bruté by Red Mouth

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lyrics

Hell Is Just Too Small
I still hear the roll of the drums
The bugle sounding the charge
I want to scream and holler
But Hell is just too small

I've become a muddy thing
The thunder splits my head
I want to stand up tall
But Hell is just too small

I scratch my filthy eyes
Right out of their sockets
At the sound of my siren's call
But hell is just too small

I jump and I fall right down
I scratch and I scream and ball
I pound my bloody paws
But hell is just too small

I will claw and dig my way out
With my sword and my shield
And the world will stand in awe of
When hell was just too small

They will write books of my deeds
Children upon children will read
They'll etch in stone a new law
If I can tear down these walls
But hell is just too small

credits

from Et Tu Bruté, released July 29, 2022
Hell Is Just Too Small
Red Mouth - guitar, vocals, percussion
Robin Gillespie - drums
Patrick Ryan - bass
Kate Tayler - violin
Adam Schoenbachler - cello
Cody Gaisser - percussion
Kevin Reed - percussion
Ivannoel Gonzalez-Dollar - saxophone
Jeremy Woods - trombone, trumpet
Jeff Pruet - saxophone

Written by Eric Gebhardt/Red Mouth
Produced by Red Mouth
Engineered by Jamie Sego and Albert Rothstein
Mixed by Robert Coble and Red Mouth
Horns arranged by Patrick Ryan
Strings arranged by Kate Tayler
Copyright 2019 Sugar Duke Music/ASCAP

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A strange brew of Son House, Captian Beefheart, Elvis and Nick Cave, backboned by stomping, driving Muscle Shoals rhythms. All resulting in a gospel experience through a gothic Alabama that your typical singer songwriters won't be guiding you anytime soon. ... more