Dark Heart News feat. Rob Sonic

歌詞

(limped up like a dog with three legs [shut up.] to the stage) so many dark arts to choose you can focus till the phobias evolve in forty hues whether you levitate or bend spoons tune into the prudence of the dark heart news breathing's a tug of war wet when I rushed aboard plus twenty nine bust gum stuck cluster door slumped in the back Burn bush by the son of George sweat, tear, and feed cause I don't bleed when I cut no more a system of gods from each of the brawling tribes so my bible is a pot of cons clipped and collaged Pavlov's bad dogs parry mass bells I don't speak the language but my last laugh's hell Spiral, get vertigo signals that flash and beat postin my head from myself to get back to me pouch full of dynamite, blast cap anatomy bags full of smelling salts, mad as the magazine attack medic stretcher call cracked crazy header fall a threat, a break, a mistake with the pulse picking every last fuckin piece of paint off the walls ok the rotary phoner grow to be notably mobile in social gopher tea formals or any scene where brie is normal he will locate every exit in seconds to flee the wormhole when emergency diversions ring the celly or the doorbell Burnin it at both ends, friends let's commiserate Turning into something, to the sound that the triggers make Born at the badder side, half this time still await Trainin' all my zeroes to perform like they're figure eights Whether you levitate or bend spoons (x4) Extra extra read all about it (x4) Hey, four corners of the globe, all invent fire On the very same day in the very same cold Each sent a man with a torch to the borderline to boast Watch them collide and explode When I peal the blind back, up jumps the iron cough Monkyy wrench in my hand, razor cut the eyelids off Homemade 'tached memories I ignore the private calls and ever since the 80s I think something's in my Tylenol What plague make an idling brigade So eager to walk plans They will climb a tree and wait Irony is waiting over piety and faith So when the ghostly ruminations that are kindly disobeyed I'm gonna live to be a thousand with the patience of a saint To see the hoi polloi becoming restless in their tanks Can't hold howls and corrals with a key, So will the worms please shriek on the count of three (three!) If I had a dollar for every time I couldn't sleep, I could buy a million locks and finally read a book in peace No more would my president come off as a crooked thief And turn my heart so dark that it would bark when he looked for me Sideways eye on a sinister boundary Peddlin' contemporaries killin me loudly 99 models of fear on the wall timorous done run akin to the car on the lawn cinderblocks Whether you levitate or bend spoons (x4) Three legged dogs that chewin the wrong food Riff raff [] land sharks stole the tape, money money booze Dark heart news Extra extra read all about it (x8) (At the bottom of our news...) (...)