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A Healthy Distrust, Sage Francis
A Healthy Distrust
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2005

 
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1
The Buzz Kill Lyrics
I know the story and I've read the book
I knew the game with just one look
What your all about
There could be no doubt
You know I got someone it's plain to see
But even still you try to talk to me
Like ya didn't know, boy it's time to go

I told you the scenario
I made it crystal clear
I spelled it from A to Z
But which part of no don't you hear?

[Chorus]
I told you I'm already taken'
And that's a move I won't be makin'
I made a vow I'm never breakin'
It's a matter of fact, that I don't get down like that
Ya know I've got a one and only
you don't really even know me
But everyday you try to phone me
And I never call back cuz I don't get down like that

At the movie with my girls and me
You made a move thought I didn't see
Then you looked surprise-Don't you even try
You tried to call and ya paged me too
I think I'm getting kinda tired of you
And the same ol' line-do ya think I'm blind
You don't know what I'm all about
But boy you best believe
I don't play and I never stray
Cause' it's not my way to deceive

[Chorus]

You say it'll be alright
It's just between me and you
But creepin' 'round on the low-low
Is one thing I'll never do-am I getting through?

Don't wanna play all the games you play
You make me laugh with the things you say
Don't waste your time you should walk away
Save it for another fool
Another day
04:05 224 6,29 ˆ0.10
2
Sea Lion Lyrics
(A healthy distrust)

(Will Oldham)
The force of my love was strong
The sea lion laying down on
The song in the air
Was fritting her care
With singer can be among song
(x2)

(Sage Francis)
Ma, ma look what I did ma
Look what I did to my hands
I broke 'em
You gave me the stone, gave me the chisel
Didn't say how to hold 'em
Didn't say give away every piece of the puzzle
Till I was left with nothin'
But I took it upon myself to crush it up and distribute the dust
Get in the bus, hop in the van
Jump in the water, crawl to the land
Build another castle out of the sand
Break it down and then I get into the saddle again
Gone city to city
I'm already lost to the boss
Who is new in town
I'ma ride this horse till it bucks me off
And I'm forced to shoot it down
I'ma take him out for some gasoline
I'ma trade this cow for some magic beans
Make mom proud of the deals that I've made
Cause I'm just a modern day Johnny Appleseed
But I'm glad that I never passed the gins
And I never put down the axe
Piano man got checkered dance floor
The grace and the painful look on his face
Cause the crowd is packed
And the louder they clapped
The less he is able to make the connection
Between what he sees when he hears certain notes
And the hurt that is shown in his facial expression
I don't need your 'go-ahead' to go ahead
Y'all don't know if sales gon' be-easy
But sweet Jesus who wants to sleep with me
Way to many moves to learn
But not enough people to put 'em on
Look it mom
No hands
I built a suit of armor with wooden arms

(Will Oldham)
The force of my love was strong
The sea lion laying down on
The song in the air
Was fritting her care
With singer can be among song
(x2)
03:01 176 3,76 ˆ0.10
3
Gunz Yo Lyrics
i'm on fire, i'm on fire
me too, me too

guns yo, i keep one in my pillowcase
it keeps me safe when i sleep, still i keep awake
what if my dream girl pays a midnight visit?
i see the world thru the scope but i gain no insight with it
when i get introspective i put the safety on
make these songs
with the biscuit sittin in my shaky palms
i'm a man now (a real man)
not the one who went to two colleges
grovellin' over meal plans
i'm starin' at the ceiling fan
all wide-eyed
amazed by the ways the blades break the silence
i used to be afraid of firin'
it sounded startling
but now i'm starting to hate the quiet moments
might remind you of a mike
by the way i hold it (to the grill)
a homophobic rapper
unaware of the graphic nature of phallic symbols
tragically ironic, suckin' off each others' gats & pistols
i got more back issues than guns and ammo
cuz my oozy weighs a ton
and i never let go of the handle
hangin' on to mommy's pant leg
double-fistin'
knee-deep in shells kickin' ballistics
this dick is a detachable penis
an extension of my manhood positioned like a fetus
an intravenous hook-up feeds bullets to my magazine
nevermind the bullocks, my pistol is a sex machine

guns yo (sex machine)

bust it
i got another gun (what)
i keep it in my briefcase
it keeps me safe at my workplace
cubicle gangster who's in need of his personal space
angster of love who's unable to look girls in his face
cuz i know that all the stupid people increase the birth rate
i'm just about dumb enough to hold up a sperm bank
make my demands and then facilitate fur trades
empty the bird cage and release the mermaids
i got a watergun
i keep it in my mouth
it keeps me safe from the things i like to speak about
but words are leakin' out
and all these smiles that i crack
are like a dam on the verge of collapse
there ain't no turnin' back
in fact i can't hold down my fluids
can't retract statements
without water displacement
flooded the basement then sought refuge
removed my waterproof vest and then i kicked off my wet shoes
made it to dry land
pistol in hand
fistfuls of ammo riding on a camel thru a desert of sand
lucid dreams are a lot like computer screens
people have pretentious conversations but i shoot the breeze
blow a hole straight thru their long-winded theories
hold my own and make songs for them to sing with me
its the same type of heat that millie used
to break the ice with santa claus
when she made him sing the christmas blues
capitalists strung her up for killin'em
every manufactured holiday they sacrifice another victim
before wartime depression sets in
i get to step in
and shoe shine my weapon
i'm hemorrhoid, i'm the leader
you're dead like dey la
i hold my crotch like a nine-millimeter

guns yo
(i'm on fire) (me too)
(nine-millimeter) (sex machine)
03:03 176 3,85 ˆ0.10
4
Escape Artist Lyrics
When I first got into magic yeah)

When I first got into magic it was an underground phenomenon
Now everybody's like pick a card, any card
If I shot my full load with the first hand I played
I'd be a monkey in a box
Hangin' with the David Blaines
I'd be swimming with the sharks
Smiles full of razor blades
But I'm not
I got outta that game
Escape Artist
I talked till I'm red in my face
With strange califs
I rocked till I'm outta my range
Then raised octaves
I played through the pain
And remained conscious
Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments
And the petty criticisms from those who ain't accomplished
Even one-fifths of some of this shit
I made progress with
I'm leavin' naysayers stumped like rain forests
After years of pullin' rabbit ears out my pants pockets
I'm not revealing any tricks of the trade
Its just there ain't no magic in the break down baby

In an effort to make them more secret I find in my life I decided to give them a look
Now I'm givin' them a glimpse and I guess I'm sittin' in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling apart but the sentencess end and run of the wording is permanent
Never been missed
Suckers been missed
What did you miss
Interpreted is
Funny I'm serving the sentence of solitary confinement
Results in a death sentence and still I'm a running assignment
I'm just wondering where my time went
It pulled a disappearing act
And every single assistant I ever had got stored in half

Cause see I never payed attention but I can't afford to laugh (word?)
Cause I'm lookin' through my book
And an autograph from my cats (Ok)
And I'm short on staff
So all I ask is volunteers from the crowd
Show a little bit of audience participation now!
When I say hip (what do I say)
You, you say shut the fuck up we ain't sayin' shit
And I'll respect it (yes!)
Check it
In a flair for the dramatic exit
A fashoinable entrance late to my own arraignment
(Oh) The self-destructive things that I do for entertainment
My folks gave me this art
You're broken heart is my pallet
While I was out honin' my craft
You were disownin' your talent
Cause while you still live at home
And I bought this house off my parents (uhh)
I'm gettin' ahead of myself (I'm gettin' ahead of myself)
I see the hair on my back (I see the hair on my back)
I'm On the Road reading Kerouac
His poems versus better raps
I think to myself (I think to myself)
What's worth remembering
Versus defending
The size of my manhood
Or confessional canned goods

In an effort to make them more secret I find in my life I decided to give them a look
Now I'm givin' them a glimpse and I guess I'm sittin' in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling apart but the sentencess end and run of the wording is permanent
Never been missed
Suckers been missed
What did you miss
Interpreted is
But none of this is gettin' told in confidence I reckon
I spin confidential records just to hold the listeners attention

I'm a veteran of spacial relationships
I clip your wings to fit you in
Headshrinking magician
Shapeshifting reptilian
Turned body contortionist
Orphanages started offering tortures to abortion clinics (abortion clinics)
I lost aquantances
And a morgue of lady friends
I gender bent the heaven sent angelic devil boy
Good Gods adrogenous
I'm lookin' marvelous
But looks can kill
And they're unsure about my sexual orientation still
Put me in a special kind of case that only breaks if
You hit it with a bouqet of flowers and baby breath arrangement
The vault is vacant
And they're all looking for phone call blame
I called my agent
The moment that I caught the train
I let him know that I'm goin' nowhere
He's invited
If he leaves tonight then he might just help me find it
But this is my burden to bear
Not his
And I'm a psychic without a sidekick
Holding the future hostage
A loose cannon standing on the rooftop with
A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths
They call me daredevil
But I'm not precise enough
Unprofessional
On an amature level
I love my life too much

Escape Artist (x4)
(Escape, escape)

Escape Artist
I'm in two places at once
Escape Artist
But I ain't slept in months
Escape Artist
Just tryin' to get away
But there ain't no magic in the breakdown baby

Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby
No magic in the break
Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby
(x3 and continues as Sage speaks)

Pussies
You're scared to shoot me in the heart
You know it's too big!
Uhh!
Yeah, Fuck you
I gotta bulletproof heart
Hit it baby
I'll never fall in love with you
Ever!
If you got glass so long too
Biyatch shut up

Make some noise for Sage Francis y'all
04:15 176 4,98 ˆ0.10
5
Product Placement Lyrics
Ohhh
Ain't no mountain high
Ain't no vally low
Ain't no river wide enough, baby

If you need me, call me
No matter where you are
No matter how far
Just call my name
I'll be there in a hurry
You don't have to worry

'Cause baby,
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you

Remember the day
I set you free
I told you
You could always count on me darlin'
From that day on I made a vow
I'll be there when you want me
Some way, soooooome how

'Cause baby,
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you

No wind (no wind) , no rain (no rain)

{Ohhhh..ooh ooh ooh}

My love is alive
Way down in my heart
Although we are miles apart
If you ever need a helping hand
I'll be there on the double
Just as fast as I can

Don't you know that
Ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from you

Ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from you

Don't you know that
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough

to keep me from gettin' to you babe..
02:15 176 2,84 ˆ0.10
6
Voice Mail Bomb Threat Lyrics 01:39 192 2,22 ˆ0.10
7
Dance Monkey Lyrics
Right
I got two left hooks, who wanna test?
Well, since no one's steppin' to me
Huh
Take me to your cult leader
Ah Huh huh
Take me to your local drug dealer
Yeow
Take me to the man in the mirror
When you stand and deliver
With your hand on the trigger
I'm an emotional terrorist
I double M-U-N-E
Never make my enemy public
I'm a private dancer
Dancing for money
(Let's get together, let's rock!)

D-d-d-d-dance Monkey
Dance you god damn Monkey
Do that thing that's funny
Do I make you wanna laugh?
I make you wanna move
I make you wanna do do do do dodo
D-d-d-d-dance Monkey
Dance you god damn Monkey
Do that thing that's funny
Do I make you wanna laugh?
I make you wanna move
I make you wanna (rock this motherfucker)

Huh
Case one
Carries a paint gun
She's unafraid of waivin' when she's getting her face done
Her favorite radio station's a permanent paid vacation
Burning her face in the sun
She loves repetative songs that keep playin'
You know the repetative songs that keep playin'
She learned all the words and she works it baby
Dangerously catchy and she feels it in her cervix lately
Cause the rhythem is a cancer
She's on a secret diet
A private viewing disease free TV pilot
She saw the future in a group study
They threw money in her pants

D-d-d-d-dance Monkey
Dance you god damn Monkey
Do that thing that's funny
Do I make you wanna laugh?
I make you wanna move
I make you wanna do do do do dodo
Dance Monkey
Dance you god damn Monkey
Do that thing that's funny
Do I make you wanna laugh?
I make you wanna move
I make you wanna (rock this motherfucker)

Don't
Live for the moment
Live for the constant
Die for what's right or get killed by your conscience
There's a difference between conscience, conscious, and conscientious
Contrary to popular belief
You're none of these
There's plenty to feed empty mouths of the nest bound
The kept down and apes won't be banging on their chests now
When pacemakers are fragile
They hate the taste of capsules
They feed their face with Paxil
Females hate their dad still
Police sons got mommy issues on deck at the podium
Holding tongues with the rituals more complex than Napolean
I told em
It isn't his job
To live in a fog
I don't have a god complex, you gotta simple god
Huh
Take me to your cult leader
Come on man
Take me to your local drug dealer
Come on man
Take me to the man in the mirror
When you stand and deliver
With your hand on the trigger
And a can of miller in the other
You can't kill me motherfucker
I got your number
You best disconnect before I call it
The bumber sticker on your forehead's the wrong fit
When the bomb hits
(Who's music will you look to for shelter)
When the bomb hits
(Who's music will you look to for shelter)
When the bomb hits
(Who's music will you look to for shelter)
Not that mine will help ya!

D-d-d-d-Dance!

(We're gonna rock this motherfucker!)
Fucking Francis!!!!
02:53 192 3,81 ˆ0.10
8
Sun Vs. Moon Lyrics
Th-the devil,
Th-th-the devil,
(repeat x4 then continues until "settle their differences")

The devil only exists because of your belief in him,
Same goes for that other guy,
I believe the sun is simply reflecting the shine from the moon (word?)
Stealing its spotlight, they'll have a cockfight at noon,
To settle their differences,
At midnight, rematch,
To stir up their similarities on turntables,
That chicken scratch proved to be unreadable,
The determining factor in who gets the pitch to control the tides,
No one decides a victor unless they give a fair listen to both the sides,
We're low-lives,
We go blind jerking off to the eclipse,
The sun was pulling cheap shots doing commercial body tricks,
Behind the back,
Under the leg,
I think he even did a headspin,
On a crossfader that sounded whack,
But looked excellent,
All of the sudden it gets dim,
The crater face steps in,
Puts mexican drumbreaks on the Technics,
He's like "Let's begin",
He conducted an orchestra so dope the sun started sweatin' him,
I guess he'd expected to win on pure artistic merit,
Composing complex plays with nothin but soundbytes,
Burned out the lights,
Made MCs too self conscious quit the master mics,
For a thousand nights,
It continued without a single slip up,
Except once the record skipped,
But it kinda sounded cool,

And fit within the rhythm he was juggling,
Poly-rhythms out of country western albums spinning,
It is plain that he had come to win,
But as always due to corrupt judging,
They drew a tie - Now it's do or die.

The sun was like,
no no no,
But the moon was like,
go go go,
(repeat x3)

And when the sun was chosen,
I came to the conclusion,
This guy doesn't know what he's doin'.

God's not a woman,
He's a big white guy in the sky,
And the deserts are reflections of his eyes,
He doesn't cry for us,
But when he does,
It's cause he's drunk,
(Say What?),
God's not a woman,
He's a big white guy in the sky,
And the deserts are reflections of his eyes,
He doesn't cry for us,
But when he does,
It's cause he's drunk,
And he's always fucked up,
Bottoms up,

God's not a woman,
He's a bitch.

(Backmasked:
Praise Jesus,
Do everything your mother tells you,
Love thy Neighbor,
Do not murder everyone,
Shit, Pussy)

Th-the devil,
Th-th-the devil,
(repeat x4)

This is one hand clapping alone,
This is the smallest violin, (violin)
Run rabbit when they fight to kill your baddest poem,
The devil is the fucking white man,
This is one hand clapping alone,
This is the smallest violin, (violin)
Run rabbit when they fight to kill your baddest poem,
The white man (the white man).

(Th-th-the devil)..

Spoken: 'When I got on the streets, the sun was sittin' by the curb cryin' and I walked over to the sun and I said "Sun, why you cryin'?" and the sun looked up, and the day got bright, and i knew i'd seen God'
03:29 208 4,86 ˆ0.10
9
Agony In Her Body Lyrics
Day one I played with her blood
Day two left her face bruised and we called it making love
Day three her blood played with me
Dirty talk caught me off guard
Had to nerve to ask if I thought she was crazy

Baby you don't know where my mind has been
Fell off the bike more than twice
But it's time to ride again
This time I learned from my past falls
Old wounds may re-open soon
Burn 'em in alcohol
I heard that last call
It was a close one
Road runners
Know which direction to go when snow comes
Now we're coasting
Extra traction on radial tires
Having sex in the back wrapped in radial wires
Self abusive
Stuck in a bad place
Head full of bruises and scratched face
I've bled profusely
Stirred in my juices
So you can taste me
Put my neck in a noose
And swung to safety
Found a land mine planted in the sole of my foot
I can't find santcum in the holes of input
I keep diggin'
Covered in earth
I undress
They run tests
I leave the dirt to the experts
White coats and shiny objects
I jump their lifeboat science project
We got a floater
Guinea pig overboard
Stone sober hillbilly kid with open sores
We rip vocal chords
Tearing them out
A mutant manifesto that you'll probably never hear about
Weirded out about my wearabouts
Swears pierce my mouth
A bearded medicine man who wears a pouch
Keeps diggin' me
And I'm swimmin' uphill
I'm fightin' the tide of mudslide and blood spilled
Until I got a shirt off my back
And a girl on attack
On top
With a curled lip
The world matches our bedsheet
We shared geography now
I explore virgin territory
Squeeky seats acting as a mating call
Nothing on me but her
And didn't feel naked at all
Ever feel the need
To keep it so real you feed
Yourself into her hunger and don't care if she bleeds
Askin' all these questions
Ain't highly recommended
They'll eventually get answered
If you put time in the friendship
That is if what you're doin' is helping
And it's not like you'll know until you ah-
Reach the ending

She wanted my
Agony agony agony
In her body
(Repeat x4 then continues throughout hook)

Day one I played with her blood
Day two left her face bruised and we called it making love
Day three her blood played with me
Dirty talk caught me off guard
Had to nerve to ask if I thought she was crazy

She was crazy
I need more holes to breathe from
Went under the knife
I contemplated freedom
Put it all out on the operating table
Clutching onto rubber ducks
I played double dutch with some jumper cables
And I broke like the water
It started rushing
All of a sudden
There she was gone
I'm the fall guy
She's a sight for sore eyes
I'm in labor all night till a new day is born
Her blow brocades like high rolled dice
Her exposing one eighty when I look into her snake eyes
I'm not afraid of dying
Pieces of me die all the time
I keep digging (I keep digging)
I leave the dirt to the experts
Who push the boundaries of pleasure till the sex hurts
I hold today with a death grip
And play hard to get with tomorrow
So as not to look so fucking desperate
Face sweaty
Hands unsteady
Blood pressure off the charts
My heart hangs heavy
Untreated wounds
Through repeated moons
I seem to have developed through your needy womb
Your feeble ill cocoon
I don't breathe for many people
I don't mourn the pieces killed in you
My injection must of been lethal
Pick up the shovel love
You got some diggin' to do

Agony agony agony
(repeat x4)

She wanted my
Agony agony agony
(repeats as sage says the following:)

Day one I played with her blood
Day two left her face bruised and we called it making love
Day three her blood played with me
Dirty talk caught me off guard
Had to nerve to ask if I thought she was crazy
04:17 224 6,46 ˆ0.10
10
Crumble Lyrics
They've said it every year but this times it seems like
The end is near and i'm in line to see the light
How far does this black tunnel go
I got a car but the gas is running low
And as long as i've known the bumps and creeks of this house
It's starting to make the types of sounds that only comes from people's mouths
You cant tell me it's still settling
Built on an indian burial ground killing everything
The childhood scar on my chin is back again
That old jump over my own leg dance move has to end
I've seen better days in my night terrors
I was a bike messenger without a bike and i would write letters
Ask directions to your whereabouts
Before the slow walk the rest of the show-offs were pealing out
To many hares only one tortise
Thats why I left this city, too fast paced for this HO-HUM TAURUS
By the time i developed the pictures
They're as blurry as my memory of constant life fixtures
If distance is a girl's best friend
Tell them bitches in the rough who think that love comes with DIAMONDS
Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldnt have
Diamonds cut, but coal burns and nothing lasts forever
Dont know why I bothered saving any of your letters,they're just aged paper
Crumbling
Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldnt have
Diamonds cut, the cold burns and nothing lasts
Wonder why I saved your urn of ashes
02:00 160 2,28 ˆ0.10
11
Ground Control Lyrics
sad sad monster. turn those horns up.
burn the back roads. find your way out.
troubled love life...give the gift of yourself...
to the dark.

"ground control to lost soul, ground control to lost soul.
if you copy...come in lost soul. come in lost soul. we lost contact." - josh brown
abort mission. we lost contact.


don't these dead streets back you into bad corners?
curbs crumble once you park your ass on 'em.
parking meters overdue. violation goes unnoticed.
out of all of those who tried to travel off road...you've come the closest.
so i grant you this toast:
to all of those who showed promise and never made one that broke.
i salute you. i never meant to lose you,
but i know this road don't go where it used to.
i've got a map that looks a lot like your veiny arms.
it ain't to scale, but it details the name of this song.
and this one is called "canceled flight blues."
a manipulative twist i think that manson might've used.
but poor musicians come a dime a dozen.
and you're the egg man, a flash in the pan, and your yolk is running.
who broke that hard outer covering?
some chick in your mix you couldn't level with, headless horseman?
come the suffering...go the direction...
following air currents, but it was my drift you were supposed to be catching.
fish nets collect dust in stagnant water.
i haven't heard back from you since the gag order.
pussy cat got your tongue?
pick it up up up up up... (end communication).

bad, bad actor. flip that script now.
read these cue cards. find your way out.
casting call girl...give the gift of yourself...
to the dark.

you're a lint ball who moves on the whim of the wind.
confused flexible movement for freedom.
if the walls you keep bouncing off of are closing in,
there's only so much time before your rhythm gets broken.
i could hear it speeding up before we lost signal.
it caused a ripple effect. rings on the radar would intersect.
now your fingers are off limits;
i can't hold your hand longer than your attention span.
the two-way street that we were supposed to meet on is just a one-way dead end.
you're some of my best friends. press send.
where are the donuts you've been lost inside?
tow trucks you've been forced to ride? hold ups at the border line?
customs will confiscate costumes.
eat my dust and get exhausted, force fed my car fumes.
i can't afford a duty tax so expensive.
come off your head trip and visit where your old friends live.
you're sensitive...like the time...critical.
you swore to god on a lie and didn't die...you're invincible.
kiss the pavement...make love while cars spin.
be careful when the unsafe sex parade comes a marchin'.
they've got full body condoms to carry you off in.
i wish i told you that while we were still talking.
03:52 176 4,70 ˆ0.10
12
Lie Detector Test Lyrics
got a caveman banging on my back door.
got a hang man hanging on my front lawn.
got an old maid wasting away in the living room.
kids in the kitchen with their mouths full of silver spoons.
got a paper full of yellow journalism.
a restaurant waiter selling me words of wisdom.
the small town crier is chilling with the village idiots.
the big city slickers are still busy building pyramids.
got a diploma but no wall to hang it.
tags on the bathroom stall to make me famous.
a job description that don't fit the bill.
a fatal femme fatale dressed to kill.
get me out of this...lie detector test.
my pupils inhale and exhale.
my breath is a microphone check. 1, 2, what is this?
in a world where the girl's got retro tatoos
and all i've got is a gut and velcro black shoes
and elbows that move in a way that make space
i'm looking at you. (stay awake, stay awake).
natural face affected by the chemical leaks.
grammatical mistakes in every sentence i speak.
it doesn't matter, i make enough sense to seem deep.
now look at me. (go to sleep, go to sleep).

got a flea circus, i'm trying to take it to the road.
got a nervous tick, they think i'm faking it though.
got some cat in a back alley scratching up my records.
some big wigs with fat bellies asking for seconds.
got a fly girl with a landing strip begging for hot wax.
a lonely upper lip and it's begging for a mustache.
a prison system that listens to the parables of johnny cash.
a wannabe war hero who only travels in body bags.

i've got a poor man's version of a rich man.
i've got a small van swerving through a big land.
i've got a road map that's looking a lot like a math test.
a blocked phone number and a bunk home address.
i've got a way out but i ain't trying to use it,
'cause i've got some ins and i'mma bet all my winnings.
if it hurts me more than it hurts you, then i won't hurt you.
i've got more sense than virtue.
i've got a curfew. it's 12 o'clock.

after that, i'll start trembling if i get fed hiphop.
'cause i'm a g to the r-e-m-l-i-n.
if i wasn't then why would i say i am?
i said get me out of this...lie detector test.
my pupils inhale and exhale.
my breath is a microphone check. 1, 2, what is this?
02:47 176 3,39 ˆ0.10
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Bridle Lyrics
Maze broken
She’s runnin’
Feet swollen
He’s commin’
She’s stolen
And before he even knows it she’s gone.
Tea cups sittin’ on the hollow tree stumps
He’s dumped, and can’t seem to swallow these lumps
The beat goes on…

Same fire
New passion
Old flame
Trade it in for a summer fling
There’s nothing like that sweet old song…

Tip over
Root the trees
Bend the leaves
Blend in with the open wound
The freeze frames keep him warm…

The day’s frost is scrapped off the weight loss
The new sign that says keep off
As he speeds off into the storm…

Out of sight the lighting strikes him twice
He’s peeking out on the pike and cheatin life
Pealing out on the lawn

Now he’s idling
His time is dwindling
In his mind he’s figuring out life’s about the little things
And his labyrinth
And all his magnificent can only keep the mike straps
The princess is innocent
She doesn’t belong…

(I never thought I’d miss you)
They had a ceremony where he put her in a bridle, the headstall…
She stopped to think for a minute, and in a split second went AWOL.
(I never thought I’d miss you)
He draws in the chin as in a expression of resentment or scorn

He’s pullin’ on the rains, the bridle, the shower the storm
The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war…
The rains, the bridle, the shower, the storm…
The maze, high tower, clouds are at war…
The rains, the bridle, the shower, the storm…
The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war, clouds are at war, clouds are at war…

(I never thought I’d miss you) – repeat 3x
02:11 192 3,00 ˆ0.10
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Slow Down Ghandi Lyrics 04:52 176 6,03 ˆ0.10
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Jah Didn't Kill Johnny Lyrics 02:50 144 2,84 ˆ0.10