Drunk Sheep
[Verse 1]
Shoutin’ at the TV, drink in hand
Swore that man was gonna save this land
Day One came and the cupboard was bare
Nothing in it but yesterday’s air
Said he’d fix your rent, your eggs, your bills
Cut your coverage clean on the Hill
Tab keeps running and the nights grow long
Flock keeps humming the same old song
[Pre-Chorus]
He cut your cover, raised your card
Buried the files when it hit too hard
Said winning, winning, you’ll be sick of it
Brother, you’re sick — just not of it
[Chorus]
Drunk sheep! Keep on drinking!
Drunk sheep! Keep on drinking!
Cup’s still red and your cap still fits
Man’s a liar but you love his tricks
Drunk sheep — you’re in the shit deep!
[Verse 2]
Meter man said the bill’s come due
Three times higher than he promised you
Credit card maxed, they left a mark
Drunk sheep dancing in the neon dark
Tax cut went to the country club crowd
Forgot the working man — just not out loud
Kool-Aid pitcher never seems to dry
Drunk sheep never once ask why
[Pre-Chorus]
Healthcare gone like a bad last call
Medicaid number on a bathroom stall
SNAP cut, gutted to the floor
Drunk sheep just come back for more
[Chorus]
Drunk sheep! Keep on drinking!
Drunk sheep! Keep on drinking!
Cup’s still red and your cap still fits
Man’s a liar but you love his tricks
Drunk sheep — you’re in the shit deep!
[Bridge]
(Backing: He said! He said! He said!)
He said affordable — three times the rent
(He said! He said!)
He said forgotten men — where’d it went?
(He said! He said!)
He said peace — show me the proof
(He said! He said!)
Drunk sheep smiling under the roof
[Breakdown]
What’d he say? — He said!
Did he mean it? — No way!
You still drinking? — All day!
What’d he say? — He said!
Did he mean it? — No way!
You still drinking? — ALL DAY!
[Final Chorus]
Drunk sheep! Keep on drinking!
Drunk sheep! Keep on drinking!
Cup’s still red and the man still smiles
Pouring Kool-Aid, watch the buckets pile
Man’s a liar, got you in too thick
Drunk sheep —
YOU’RE IN THE SHIT DEEP!
The Dope Verus the Pope
[Verse 1] He put his name on Bibles, sixty dollars,
good as gold Sunday morning, fingers moving, called the holy man cold
White smoke barely lifted when he sharpened up his pen
Ash falls quiet in the aisle — and he’s typing “amen”
[Chorus] The dope versus the pope
One of them sells the rope The other walks the prison halls
And hands them back their hope
The dope versus the pope God was in the room
One man counts his golden bricks
The other tends the tomb
[Verse 2] Posted just past Sunday noon — crown of thorns behind his head
He dressed up like a doctor — says he heals the nearly dead
Two thousand years of feeding poor, choosing what is right
One phone, one thumb, one Sunday — measured out to fight
[Chorus]
[Outro] The dope versus the pope
The cross or the crown
One man bleeds for what he holds
One lets the whole thing drown
The Past Imperfect
[Verse 1]
A photograph hung on a wall in Georgia
A man’s back covered over in scars
One afternoon they came and took it down
Left nothing but the outline in the shade
[Chorus]
The past imperfect
The past imperfect
[Verse 2]
She crossed the frozen ground without a lantern
Led them north through dark until the war
They put up panels at the river crossing
This spring they boxed them up and shut the door
[Chorus]
The past imperfect
The past imperfect
[Verse 3]
They dug a pit beneath the Ludlow tents
The guard lit kerosene and stepped aside
Eleven children, two women in that hole
The marker’s gone along the highway now
[Chorus]
The past imperfect
The past imperfect
[Verse 4]
A woman faced a survivor
Her father lynched, the other’s family gone
They filmed them once, sitting face to face
By fall of twenty-five the screen went dark
[Final Chorus – quieter, minimal guitar]
The past imperfect
The past imperfect
[Outro – cold stop, no fade]
We Had Hoped
[Verse 1] He worked that field from April into frost Kept every slip for what the seed had cost Folded in a tin by the kitchen light Said nothing much, just added up at night
[Chorus] We had hoped We had hoped
[Verse 2] Come Sunday after church he’d lay them out Line after line across the oilcloth there Thumb running slow down every name and date Then stacked them back in the tin
[Chorus] We had hoped We had hoped
[Bridge] He never said he’d given up the ground Stopped adding up when April came around
[Chorus] We had hoped We had hoped
[End: cold stop, no fade]
The Clouds Beneath His Feet
All songs written by Gene Scott and legally copy-written to Alarice Multimedia, LLC.
Gene Scott wrote the lyrics and chords. Suno produced the music.
The sky turns heavy,
the storm draws near.
The weight that I carry
is more than I bear.
But just when I’m sinking,
His whisper I hear:
“The clouds of your trials
mean I am right here.”
Every burden, every tear I weep—
They’re only the dust at Jesus’ feet.
The clouds are beneath
the Savior’s feet.
Every woe I face
falls in His defeat.
Through the darkest night,
my heart believes—
The clouds are beneath
the Savior’s feet.
The doubts that haunt me,
the fear I fight,
They vanish like shadows
in His holy light.
He lifts me higher,
where hope won’t retreat.
My heaviest sorrows
are dust at His feet.
Every trial, every fear I keep,
Fades before His throne, at Jesus’ feet.
Behold, He is coming,
with fire in His eyes.
Every knee will bow,
every heart will rise.
The heavens are shaking,
the trumpet resounds.
Jesus is crowned King,
His glory surrounds.
The clouds are beneath
the Savior’s feet.
Every chain is gone,
every fear’s defeat.
Through the darkest night,
my soul believes—
The clouds are beneath
the Savior’s feet.
All my sorrows,
all my trials I meet,
Turn to holy dust
beneath His feet.
Incense for the Machine God
[Verse 1]
Cross on the jacket, boots on the ground
Smoke on the altar, no choir sound
They preach peace but deal in fear
Say the kingdom’s close — it ain’t here
[Verse 2]
He quotes the Gospel, signs the raid
Tells the faithful not to be afraid
Says the blood was always justified
The lamb was slaughtered; the wolf survived
[Chorus]
Praise the flag, light the flame
Speak His name, not His shame
Burn the books, raise the rod
Bow your heads to the Machine God
[Verse 3]
They cut the aid, they bless the wall
Speak in tongues, but their eyes stay cold
Kneel to wealth and call it grace
See God’s work in a drone-struck face
[Chorus]
Praise the flag, light the flame
Speak His name, not His shame
Burn the books, raise the rod
Bow your heads to the Machine God
[Bridge]
He walked on water, now he walks on graves
Blesses bombs in Jesus’ name
Smell the incense? Oil and ash
Want salvation? Pay in cash
[Final Chorus]
Praise the flag, light the flame
Build your church on someone’s grave
Raise your hands, bless the fraud
Kneel again to the Machine God
Hip Joint
[Verse 1]
A hip joint used to mean a bar in town
Now it’s just the thing that slows me down
I grunt when I sit, and I move real slow
Used to run all day without thinkin’ though
Now I stop halfway, take a breath or two
Still showin’ up — just not like I used to
[Verse 2]
I walk in rooms and forget my plan
Stand there a minute with the remote in my hand
Talk to myself when the silence sticks
Most of my friends are gone these days
TV hums low while the coffee drips
Some days I just let it play
[Chorus]
This old hip don’t move like it used to
But I still get where I need to go
I’ve slowed down, but I ain’t stoppin’
Still standin’ when the cold wind blows
I don’t dance, but I keep time
This old hip joint’s still mine
[Bridge]
Her name’s still there on that recipe card
Keys in a drawer that don’t go far
I don’t need much — just a song that fits
And a soft old chair where the coffee sits
[Final Chorus]
This old hip don’t jive like it used to
But it still holds up just fine
Still tappin’ my foot to the kitchen clock
And hummin’ when the sun hits the blinds
I don’t run, but I still try
This old hip joint’s still mine
[Outro]
If you see me slow, don’t wave me by
I’m still here, and I still try
This hip joint’s open — just not all night
Department of War Crimes
[Verse 1]
They changed the sign on the courthouse wall
Nailed it up where the old one fell
White paint on splintered wood
Don’t make a lie turn good
Clerk downstairs by a flickering light
Stamp in his hand most nights
Don’t read lines, don’t ask names
Hits that stamp—signs his name
[Chorus]
Department of War Crimes
Files stacked tight, line by line
Shut that door, say it’s done
Truth comes—you can’t outrun
[Verse 2]
Kitchen’s cold at the edge of town
Power fails and the lines fall down
Mama’s hand on an empty stove
Listening for a truck on the road
Child says, “Why’s it dark so long?”
“Hush now now—something’s wrong”
Night moves in, settles low
Won’t let go when the fire burns low
[Chorus]
Department of War Crimes
Files stacked tight, line by line
Write it off, call it cost
You don’t get back what you lost
[Verse 3]
Out on the water, radios died
Smoke lay flat on the turning tide
No names called, no prayers said
Drifting slow with the quiet dead
Stamp bled through the paper page
From a clerk who signed his name
Now it walks when the house goes still
Sits down close—and it always will
[Bridge]
There’s a book with your name
Every line reads the same
Every line reads the same
[Final Chorus]
Department of War Crimes
Files stacked tight, line by line
Sign your name, try to run
It comes due what you’ve done
[Outro]
(It comes due… what you’ve done)
Kicked to the Curb
[Verse 1]
She hung his face above the door
Ripped the eagle off the wall
Fired the daughters of his foes
Before the first phone call
Said she had the client list
Right there under glass
Come the morning, nothing on it
Portrait in the trash
[Chorus]
The sun king only shines on one
One sun don’t share the sky
Roll that stone up every day
He rolls it back down for sport
Kicked to the curb, gov’ment car
Kicked to the curb — that’s all you are
[Verse 2]
She rode out past Mount Rushmore
With a rifle on her arm
Sent the dogs out after dark
Said they had it coming
Gave him Rushmore with his face
Carved him into the stone
Limo pulled up to the court
She rode back alone
[Chorus]
The sun king only shines on one
One sun don’t share the sky
Roll that stone up every day
He rolls it back down for sport
Kicked to the curb, gov’ment car
Kicked to the curb — that’s all you are
[Bridge: drop drums, near-spoken vocal, loose timing]
He fanned the pages like a deck
She was barking at the senators
While he crossed out her name
I think it’s time, he said
I think it’s time
[Final Chorus: slightly stronger vocal, faint backing ghost harmony]
The sun king only shines on one
One sun don’t share the sky
Roll that stone up every day
He rolled it back down for sport
Kicked to the curb, gov’ment car
Kicked to the curb — that’s all you were
[Outro: guitar stops abruptly, room noise remains briefly]
Dark Connector
[Verse 1]
Outside the law, inside the door
Knows what you need, what you’re hungry for
No paperwork, no official trail
Private channel for the powerful and frail
Five women named Dasha on the plane
Wingman and confessor — takes the stain
Sunday sermon — he’s on call all week
Too proud to say out loud what they seek
[Pre-Chorus]
Rasputin walked barefoot in the snow
Cohn ran the parties where the money goes
Every empire feeds the throne
Every throne produces its own
[Chorus]
Dark connector —
He’s the gap made flesh
Where the ledger gets blessed
Sermon meets the sin —
Let their man in
Every court keeps one between
The face they show the world
And what they mean
Dark connector
[Verse 2]
Velour sofas, back-room heaven
Flying in on the 727
One-seventy million — tax advice
The rest to keep the mistress quiet and nice
Professor and the mobster raise a toast
Nobody counts the cost
[Pre-Chorus]
By their fruits shall ye know them — prophet swore
Buried behind the private door
Read you like a ledger — every year
Until you made him disappear
[Chorus]
Dark connector —
He’s the gap made flesh
Where the ledger gets blessed
Sermon meets the sin —
Let their man in
Every court keeps one between
The face they show the world
And what they mean
Dark connector
[Bridge]
None of them came
When they locked him in that cell
Every name he’d traded
Let him rot and wished him well
He thought they were his friends —
They were clients, nothing more
He was the gap — they used him up
And walked back out the door
[Chorus]
Dark connector —
He’s the gap made flesh
Where the ledger gets blessed
Sermon meets the sin —
Let their man in
Every court keeps one between
The face they show the world
And what they mean
Dark connector
[Outro – near spoken]
Bill Gates said it was intriguing
His spokesman clarified: the décor
Every court that needs a fixer
Built the need
Every church that buys its silence
Sealed the creed
You don’t get a dark connector
Unless there’s a breach —
Unless the life you’re living
Isn’t what you preach
[End]
Bombing Our Little Hearts Out
BOMBING OUR LITTLE HEARTS OUT
[Verse 1]
He said it from a golf cart, phone in hand
Forty-eight hours or we hit your power lines
He learned his deals in glass and steel
Not where the desert swallows plans
He said the war would run four, maybe five weeks
Wars don’t care what you meant to do
The supreme leader’s dead, the strait’s still locked
And somebody’s boy shipped home too soon
[Chorus]
We’re bombing our little hearts out
From the back nine, from the tower, from the throne
We’re bombing our little hearts out
With your dollars, with your children, with your sons
We’re bombing our little hearts out
Till the generals nod and the market falls
We’re bombing our little hearts out
And the little hearts we’re bombing
Ain’t our own
[Verse 2]
A Tomahawk hit a school on opening day
He said he didn’t know enough about it
Thirteen caskets, thirteen flags, thirteen calls
Thirteen mothers learning how to doubt it
[Bridge]
He stood there at the transfer, eyes gone wet
Salutes held longer than they had to be
By midnight he was posting again
What a great honor—
In someone’s kitchen, plates still set for four
One chair pushed in that won’t be used again
[Chorus]
We’re bombing our little hearts out
From the back nine, from the tower, from the throne
We’re bombing our little hearts out
With your dollars, with your children, with your sons
We’re bombing our little hearts out
Till the generals nod and the market falls
We’re bombing our little hearts out
And the little hearts we’re bombing
Ain’t our own
[Outro]
They’ve been obliterated, he said
Of course they’re negotiating
We’ll just keep blowing them away
My whole life—
a negotiation
Like We Rehearsed
[Verse 1] In a garden long ago a snake reared up and spoke Said you won’t die, you’ll be like God the woman heard and reached Ate the fruit, her eyes came open nothing left to hold onto Strange how the smoothest voice in the room is always first believed
[Verse 2] Old Balaam had a donkey who stopped dead in the road She saw the angel, sword raised high he only felt the load He beat her once, he beat her twice beat her a third time down Never knew he’d been whipping the only prophet around
[Verse 3] We read those stories Sunday morning nodded, smiled, moved on Called them ancient superstition from a time long gone Then we turned on the news this morning heard the forked tongue roll watched a talking snake sell paradise and handed him our soul
[Chorus] Said a talking snake’s a fairy tale a talking jackass — that’s a miracle then I turned on the news this morning and I had to laugh had to laugh
[Outro] We memorized the warning chapter and verse and line walked right back into the same old garden like we rehearsed
Zero for Ten
[Intro]
(solo slide guitar, slow, droning, loose timing)
[Verse 1]
Well I read about a senator, loves the Good Book
Said put it on the wall, let the children take a look
I said that sounds about right, I got no argument there
Long as you hang it on the man sittin’ in that chair
[Verse 2]
He named his buildings after himself, his steaks, his school
Sold a golden Bible, used the Lord like a tool
Plays golf on Sunday, plays golf Christmas Day
Only time he kneels is a putt, that’s a whole lotta pray
[Chorus]
Zero for ten
Count ’em on one hand
Zero for ten
That book don’t have his kind of man
You want it on the wall
Go on ahead
Zero for ten, Senator
That’s what that book done said
[Verse 3]
Paid a hundred thirty thousand just to keep it quiet
Three wives gone, still say the whole damn jury lied
Stole from students, charity too, took them papers home
Kept ’em by the ballroom where the rich folks roam
[Chorus]
Zero for ten
Count ’em on one hand
Zero for ten
That book don’t have his kind of man
You want it on the wall
Go on ahead
Zero for ten, Senator
That’s what that book done said
[Bridge] (spoken, loose, almost muttered)
They eatin’ cats in Ohio
Election got stole, they said
Mexico payin’ for the wall
Never knew Epstein, God bless
He’d date his daughter if he could
Wanted Greenland cold
Put it on the wall, Senator
Let the children be told
[Verse 4]
Grew up on a farm out in Illinois
Know the difference ‘tween a good man and noise
Ain’t left or right, ain’t hard to tell
Just a man can’t pass his own damn test too well
[Final Chorus] (quieter, dragging behind the beat)
Zero for ten
Read it for yourself
Zero for ten
Dust it off that shelf
You want it in the classroom
I want it there too
Zero for ten
That tells itself on you
[Outro]
(sparse slide guitar, single sustained note, unresolved fade)
All songs written by Gene Scott and legally copy-written to Alarice Multimedia, LLC.
Gene Scott wrote the lyrics and chords. Suno produced the music.
Only God Knows
Hold the door; I shake your hand.
Say, “How you been?” like I’m a better man.
Coffee breath and a Sunday smile.
I learned how to fake it young, learned it well for a while.
I keep my voice low; I keep it clean.
Say, “Yes, sir,” when I want to scream.
’Cause the bills don’t care if I’m right or wrong,
And peace feels cheaper when you just play along.
But the quiet gets loud when the lights go dim,
And every prayer feels like it’s cussing at Him.
Only God knows how much I cuss in my head,
How I bite my tongue till I taste that red.
Every “bless your heart,” I meant something else instead,
Smiling sweet while I’m seeing red.
Only God knows.
Broken desks and a ceiling leak.
They call it “choice” from a leather seat.
A kid learns hope from a borrowed book,
While money walks out like it never looked.
They draw a face till it ain’t a man,
Turn dignity into a punchline plan.
Say it’s just words, say, “Don’t get bent.”
Funny how it’s never aimed at them.
They call it order; they call it law.
I keep a quiet list of who it’s for.
Only God knows how much I cuss in my head.
Watch blame get sold and truth misread.
Hands up, frozen in a story already told.
Innocence bleeds, then the page gets turned.
Only God knows.
I’ve seen justice take a number, wait in line.
One bad night, a lifetime stays.
Another just quietly walks away.
If You’re listening, I haven’t lost my faith;
I just don’t know where to set this rage.
Only God knows how much I cuss in my head,
But I show up anyway, break the bread.
Still try to live by the words I said,
Even when I’m angry, even when I’m scared.
Only God knows.
Don’t Know How Long I’ll Be Around
Crack in the ceiling tonight
Moon through a torn blind
I lie awake
Listening
TV hums downstairs
Same suit, same stare
Says this time
We’re cornered
[Pre-Chorus]
Another red line on the screen
Another “don’t look away”
It comes through wires and settles in
And stays
[Chorus]
I don’t know how long I’ll be around
How many mornings I’ve got now
I won’t spend them staring down
At that glow
I don’t know when my days run out
I won’t hand them over to doubt
All I know is here and now
Is mine
[Verse 2]
Yard sign bent in rain
Slogan running like paint
Last year’s promise
Fading
My kid asleep upstairs
Nightlight on the wall
My father shouting at the set
Remote tight in his palm
[Pre-Chorus]
They speak like time’s their own
Like we won’t see the cost
But I’ve seen what anger does
[Chorus]
I don’t know how long I’ll be around
So I won’t let my life drown
In every wave that hits this town
At midnight
I don’t know when the last light’s gone
But I’ll be up at dawn
’Cause here and now is all I own
And it’s mine
[Bridge]
Names fade from stone
Crowns fall to dirt
Breath leaves bone
That’s how it works
I’ve seen what anger does
It took the quiet from our house
I won’t trade what breath I have
For silence like that again
[Final Chorus]
I don’t know how long I’ll be around
But I won’t bow my head down
To every voice that shakes this town
For ratings
I don’t know how my story ends
But I know what I won’t let in
And I’ll guard the quiet in this house
If I can
Predator Nation
[Verse 1]
Hands shake on cold ground.
Smiles cut — the deal’s bound.
Badges gleam where my brother bled.
Fear walks; truth lies dead.
They preach peace with guns in hand,
Weigh their silver, stain the land.
From home raids to foreign sand,
Same red stain on every hand.
[Pre-Chorus]
Silver tongues, painted laws.
Truth drowns in applause.
[Chorus]
Predator Nation, teeth in the crown,
Feed on the weak as the lights go down.
We see the trade, hear the chain-gun sound —
You call it order; we stand our ground.
[Verse 2]
Kings abroad ignite the sky,
No vote, no reason why.
Here at home, the streets still burn —
Another flag, another lie unfurled.
They sell the lie that might is right,
But mercy breathes through the night.
Truth sleeps underground,
Waiting to rise with thunder’s sound.
[Chorus]
Predator Nation, power for sale,
Feed on the weak till the strong prevail.
We see the deal, we won’t back down —
You call it order; we burn your crown.
[Bridge]
Mercy whispers in the flame,
Calling out each hollow name.
No more silence, no more shame —
Rise again and light the gate.
[Chorus/Outro]
Predator Nation, teeth in the crown,
Feed on the weak as the lights go down.
Raise your voice — don’t bow.
The lost are coming home now.
[End]
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Subject: Reflections on Back to the Point
Hi Gene,
I recently came across Back to the Point through its synopsis and accompanying material, and I felt compelled to reach out because the book functions as more than a memoir. It operates as a point of reference for resilience, redemption, and the transformative power of choice and faith.
From the way the book frames your journey along the Gulf Coast—from childhood challenges to incarceration, and finally to spiritual awakening—it is clear that it does more than recount events. It examines how confronting adversity, navigating difficult decisions, and embracing second chances can serve as a guide for readers seeking perspective, hope, and emotional recognition. The raw honesty and vivid storytelling invite readers to engage repeatedly, using the book as a reflective resource for their own lives.
The approach suggests the work could live beyond its initial readership. Individuals navigating challenges, seeking redemption, or exploring the impact of choices and faith can use it as a reference point to connect with your story and reflect on their own paths.
My work sits at the intersection of nonfiction, positioning, and reader alignment. I am usually brought in when a book already carries weight but risks being narrowly received or loosely interpreted because its broader context has not been fully stewarded. I am reaching out simply to open a conversation, should you ever want to think aloud about how the book is being encountered or referenced in the wider world.
Either way, I appreciate the honesty and care in your work and felt it deserved to be acknowledged as such.
Warm regards,
Hailey
Hailey,
Let’s talk about how we can bring this book to a wider audience. Thank you!
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