Spartan Spirituals by Ed Kuepper Lyrics

There's a murmur in the dark
A rifle's bark
We moved like swimmers
As the shadows fell
Your stinking luck
Leads to a room in hell
So sing your spartan spirituals
You try to bend my fractured will
Tomorrow morning
I will have left this hated town
The signs of target practice
Everywhere
There's damp and smell of powder in the air
And your stinking luck
Leads to a hell somewhere