Lyrics:
From the Cradle to the Grave
Escape the maze if you can
Got me feeling like a slave
Trade my time in for ends
Hope they meet
My story ain't
like my sisters
Too much sun would give me blisters
So I think I'll turn the whole thing in
And go home to the wife
We'd blister in the sun, we couldn't wait for night to come
To hit that sand and play some rock 'n' roll
While we were trying different things
And we
You!
No man is safe from (pain)
Broken arm, broken heart, shattered dreams
Tongue piercings lost at rates
Punched in the face by the local thug
Bent
Slave down under, descend, for digging in the deep end
Plunge and plunder veins, riding blisters through the week's wend
Digging, sifting, mining my
stop fucking playing with me
I don't set examples nigga I'ma make you
one
Next thing to the sacred sun
I'm like a blister from the blazing sun
Most
Writhing with open wounds blisters and sores
Attuned to the voice in his head
Accusing and hateful mocking and vile
Dictating the ways of the dead
Storm
A pauper, in shredded clothes
Trading silk for a simple stone
Admirer, carried forth
By the vision of beauty he may never know
Won't wilt
a prison of glass
Burned up by the sun and then reduced to ash
See, I've been busting my ass for simply too damn long
To not have everybody in the world
here for the birds or scorched by the burning sun
In the field we're up early, we wake in the dark
The ploughman push their diggers, they keep the blades
about as ugly as a motherfucking blister
Going on a hunt for the girls cunt
But you will never find it cause you been left behind by
Humankind
Your
the bubble bursts and the first are come for by the last
There's something in the way you move
Makes me catch a cold
There's something in your "too cool for
blisters
But Who else kills a beat, while using tongue twisters
IPeter Piper picked a peck
Of pickled
Peppers clever
Then Maxtha Metaphr stomp this
so old and bitter
Blister me like silver sun
Blind to your own vision
Arrow from your quiver rung
I'm scum of the Earth
The sum of the problems you've
The sun rose
Lit over the city anew
The door is closed
Future burns the truth
(?) you stood over the city
On the hill
Looking over
Something changed
Westward wagons lighting out
In wretched caravans
Peopled by the wolfish shapes
Of all the pious hooligans
That bleeding sun retreating
In its
I lost my head, for I broke my leg and my
Lover was on the run
And I fell asleep, and the heat was on
So I burned down in the sun
Oh come on, don't
give me blisters
So I think I'll turn the whole thing in
And go home to the wife!
to blister
My fate has settled in
Trapped alive
Let me out
It almost all feels a lie
Like my fate is twisted
We burned the flame to feel the light
But
and study sound
Visionary speaking, lock 'em down
Worldwide supply flesh
Yo they need it by the pound
Getting colder
While we blister in the sun
You need
Another page, another day marked by the sun
Dusk to dawn, clinging to stagnation
Simple fantasy
Incessantly slog your life away
Always searching for
between what a man want
And what a man will receive
The sun has set on me
There's a gap between what a man want
And what a man will receive
You
blisters in case
And then I had a quick talk so it would last longer
And I went maybe before lunch though we had something stronger
You tied your hair , your
I hear a voice
From across a dead end street
It calls my name
But I'm feeling a little stifled by this heat
Don't ask me why
I've wound up a fixture
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