This Town Needs Guns - Foxblood

This Town Needs Guns - Foxblood

Год
2022
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
209730

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This Town Needs Guns

Foxblood

I never had the patience for guided meditation

And I fostered my relations with prescription medication

I’ve got Jameson and Codeine sweetly singing me to sleep

And I’m not in the mood for company, so would you please just let me be?

Tiptoe along the precipice of your faith, and pride, and prejudice

My vices ain’t my enemies, I’m not proud of them but I’m proud of me

Tiptoe along the precipice of your god and death and ignorance

It must b in our alchemy to bite whatevr hand that feeds

Sit and drink and think while you take stock

Are you down on your luck or completely fucked?

Are you giving in or are you giving up?

Ya' got a whole lot of woes in that half-full cup

So who’s going to have the all blood on their hands

When we manage to fuck up the master plan?

I’m not so sure we’ve got this figured out

When the bad thoughts come with the creeping doubts

I’m not so sure that we have got this figured out

When things never were quite as bad as they are now

Tiptoe along the precipice of your faith, and pride, and prejudice

My vices ain’t my enemies, I’m not proud of them but I’m proud of me

Tiptoe along the precipice of your god and death and ignorance

It must be in our alchemy to bite whatever hand that feeds

Ya' got to swing back at the heart attack

Ya' got 10 years clear, it’ll take you back

School shot up on a routine traffic stop

Or get your block knocked off in the gridlock

Tried to play God but that was no fun, so listen son

This town needs guns

This town needs guns

Tiptoe along the precipice of your faith, your pride, your prejudice

My vices ain’t my enemies, I’m not proud of them but I’m proud of me

Tiptoe along the precipice of your god and death and ignorance

It must be in our alchemy to bite whatever hand that feeds

Tiptoe along the precipice of your faith, and pride, and prejudice

My vices ain’t my enemies, I’m not proud of them but I’m proud of me

Tiptoe along the precipice of your god and death and ignorance

It must be in our alchemy to bite whatever hand that feeds

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