The Fact Facer - Holy Sons

I’m doubling time

I’m spilling my glass

There’s so many safe ways

I’m travelling past

I don’t need to rest

I’ve been with the worst

I’ve seen them before

Like Toshiro Mifune

I’m always the sword

I can’t stand to sleep

Smoking dope

Of whatever I do

Police won’t find me if I stay with you

They will

Humiliation

In the middle of the highway

I’m on various drugs

I need crowd control

Oh, I wouldn’t know if I had sold my soul

So many years ago