Lyrics:
on to wrangler school
With a slingshot and a saddlebag of hand-me-down tools
Doesn't want to look like a fool
Pass the jail without tears
Time machines,
poured the whiskey into the glass let her wait
She dipped her pot in the powder like a coke fondue
Laid back in the condo and passed out blonde nude
being sued by the IRS
And having more fun than the law allowed
Yeah, I'm talking loners and stoners
And sing about to come back home
And most likely too
[ti: Outro]
[ar: 海]
[al: 探寻]
[by: 李海涛]
[tool: 歌词滚动姬 https://lrc-maker.github.io]
和声/和声设计:海
编曲:海
录音:海
混音:海
母带:海
制作人:海
摄影师:小黑
封面设计:张喆
[ti: Intro]
[ar: 海]
[al: 探寻]
[by: 李海涛]
[tool: 歌词滚动姬 https://lrc-maker.github.io]
[length: 01:14.545]
和声/和声设计:海
编曲:海
录音:海
混音:海
母带:海
制作人:海
摄影师:小黑
by this violence.
I refuse to be silent,
And buckle up in pain.
Things are overflowing
In dis, ya melting pot.
Justice has been stolen
From
The fiends have gagged a generation of pacified fools
Bound by our greed a nation enslaved as corporate tools.
Arise and race the legacy of their
I killed an ant
With my guitar
Underneath romantic Indiana stars
He was a fool
I was so cruel
The power of music is no tool
So I hit him in
Somebody once told me the world is gonna rule me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kinda dumb with her finger and her
Thumb in
To smoke your pot
Whatcha gonna do two against one?
Now da whole thing's silly
But I'm starin' at the billy
Quietly
chubbier
Brown grass both sides canned food
Manmade tools
Lanacane, band aids, mandrake root
Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked shoes
And a handshake-proof
The fiends have gagged a generation of pacified fools
Bound by our greed a nation enslaved as corporate tools.
Arise and race the legacy of their
your love is just a trap
Like high plains drifters
And midnight misters
Siftin' though the devil's pot o' gold
Dirt poor playboys
And drug store cowboys
Meet me by the corner shop
The one that sells the flower pot
To tell me that you bought it with your cash
And not your mother's coupons
Build
I'm still servin
Earning
Sterling
So determined
Still searching
For this pot of gold
Days just go
By
Night settles
Im still swervin
Lurking
A platable reality prepared behind doors
Safe for the masses who care for more
Submission's the tool used against us
Consumed by the dollar the greed it
THE SYMPTOMS ARE OVER
DAYS GO BY
I'M A TOOL LIKE YOU
DAYS GO BY
THE SYMPTOMS ARE OVER
DAYS GO BY
I'M A TOOL LIKE YOU
DAYS GO BY
THE WAIT IS OVER
If you searching for that person who can change your life, yeah
Start by looking in the mirror
Believing in yourself, release that beast you got
crisp and clean
And the smell of coffee boiling, by a big old pot of beans
Chorus
So in my dreams I'm driving home, I can see my daddy's face
He's
sharp to cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the way, serving him most barbarously
They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks
(Olivia Newton-John)
Oh don't ask why me, why me why not me
Why not me is the thing
Don't ask why me, life's running by me
Live each moment that it
summing up my days
gotta keep the tank full
love by my side
and im so thank full
keep a level head
its a good safe tool
gotta get the bread
you gigolo
Another hustle has been run
But now you oughta know
That this fool can no longer be swayed
By the tools of your trade
You gigolo
I'm just
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