Lyrics:
mankind to its very end
This rung truer than we could ever have thought
Chant incantations to revive the eldritch
Grant new life to the vacuous abyss
think of you and what we had
Mixed traffic signals and I end up in a body bag
I thought that the light was green when it was really red
But these
I never thought to pander
Make you sing my praise with a flawless timbre
Thoughts dismantled, that I reshape to genius, we couldn't touch base in
Betcha couldn’t tell that I found what was hid
See when the meteor strikes mid April it’s over
And the thought of all this makes me yearn for October
That
one up and you know I blaze
They know we scatter the place
Anytime that we buss' it on stage
It is the gentle man craze
Always grinding and you know we
the sound of sirens
It's enough to make you go deaf
A gentle giant crumbles
And we are left to fumble
Over what is left
Unthaw my heart while I'm going under
it's your dad's shirt?
Tom: Hey uh, just like every other band we
Believe in a safe form of sex
Don't we Mark? That we do so Mark will
Tell you about
(Ay Mat he said you couldn't do that fast verse)
(Yeah he really be doubting me for real)
(You should deliver it to him)
(Alright I gotchu)
You realize
and on his knees he confessed
The sins committed by us, evil you're thought to be and stood with
He might just die again, bc it's odd to see a good wish
contact, weed smoke all up in the weave
Bet'cha man can't do it like this, like this
I bet his wrists ain't bluish like this, like this
And I'm from Marcy
I'm a seven-inch cowboy
With a tiny pair of six guns.
Five'll get you ten,
I betcha never seen one.
Well I'm a seven inch cowboy
How do you be?
Now tenants live on edge, I'm racking kills up
And I
Bet'cha can't do it like me (Ay)
Bet'cha can't do it like me (Ay)
My name got a suicide ring
In
contact, weed smoke all up in the weave
Bet'cha man can't do it like this, like this
I bet his wrists ain't bluish like this, like this
And I'm from Marcy
the way we move, so man up if you can't adjust
You may end up gettin' rushed by too many to handle us (ha)
It's funny, I guess money does have its
owned, killed, enslaved.
we couldn't see the strings
I look up to the skies
wonder what's beyond
could go to such great heights
also do unspeakable
I push my slang
Callin' my jack soon as the hop in my V
They catching contact, weed smoke all up in the weave
Bet'cha man can't do it like this, like
couldn't believe it! All those postcards he'd posed for, for ALL OF THOSE YEARS, and finally, now, AT LAST, his Royalties!
Royalties!
Royalties...
rippin' it (uh-huh)
So come, come, come again, get with da wickedness
Now it's like bang to the boogie (ha), I'm one tough cookie (betcha what?)
rippin' it (uh-huh)
So come come, come again, get with da wickedness
Now it's like bang to the boogie (ha), I'm one tough cookie (betcha what?)
To another level
We elevated
To another level
I remember
When then said I couldn't do it
But I done it
When I did it
Now they smiling in my face
(Now they
would've had it by now
Waited here for my chance to, show everybody what I can do
Make that money for wifey and my fam too
So we can kick it down in Cancun
the gentle giant you thought
You chose that path even though you knew it was fraught with grief
Maybe next time you'll be smart
Maybe next time he'll be fine
damaged nerves incinerate
Too close to turn back by now
should've loved me from a distance
Red giant rapture
Engulfed from afar
Self-fulfilled prophet
who by nature do not smile
To everyone who cannot hold a pen
To all you heavy rounders with a headache for your pains
Who dread the thought of going
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