Lyrics:
atonement
I don't got dreams to sell
I'm a soul out of hell
But I promise I'm heavenly potent
Blowin' a motor, racking the roadkill
I ain't even crash it,
If I Fry It Good
It Could Be Human Food
And I Could Forget Tonight
And Turn Out The Light
Open A Chain Just To Sell It
Roadkill To Go Is What I’d Call
Look ma
I'm roadkill
Ha-ha-ha
Masking
That's what we do
I know everything about you
I know everything about
Masking
That's what we do
Everything
a little place for you
Corpse in a glass bottle
Four tons of roadkill
Waiting in a space shuttle
I know I said I liked it here
but I don't really give a fuck
my bedroom
Before I fly
Like I'm roadkill high already
Yeah, I see myself watching
From far above, like
"Look at my cute little icon…"
Not a single
the roadkill of us all
But the lonely hits your stomach like it's cheap rotgut wine
Making raingels in the puddles as if everything was fine
the lonely hits
Sometimes the conversation is a road to the south
Beyond the leaking roof, to the dry mouth
Sometimes intrepidation is the roadkill in me
Oh, walk
Listen son I'm gonna tell you a story
About how your grandfather died
He got eaten up by a psycho lorry
Out on interstate five
Roadkills
But we'll
save us now
Turn up on your doorstep
Feeling like roadkill
Tasting like postage stamps
And when I touch you
You fold up like an envelope
With
headtrip honey
This is a collision on the road
And you've got me feeling oh just like a roadkill
and you know deep down I know
Can't talk to a psycho
And you've got me feeling oh just like a roadkill
And you know deep down I know
[Chorus]
Why do you make me feel like this? (1-2-3-4)
Why do you gotta
I'll pop a hunnid times
Be like roadkill, I leave niggas brains on one and nine
And my down bitches, they be ready to kill
I be like chill, they be
Carbon fibers, roadkill masters
Trail of dust rises in the air
Burning wrecks lie everywhere
Top fuel blowers Helmet crushers
Dark smoke has
antennae wrap around me
Her lungs infect me as she breathes...
The roadkill scent of violent city
Oh swollen anthill sore
Insects desperate cries
Oh
a rumour
Dirty as a chimneystack
Quiet as roadkill
On the northbound carriageway
And who's gonna raise a hand
When all we were taught to do is dance
of art.
"Come to think of it,"
Ed mused to the laminated roadkill coffee table
That he had purchased when times had seem slightly less bleak,
"Come
just like lovin' some roadkill
Pimpin' and panderin', on a level you can serve
This metal, nouns, pronouns, adverbs, and verbs
I spit the words
Your smile is just like a caution sign
Roadkill crow's feet around your eyes
Blue veins of roads just keep rolling on
Maps to the heart that we dwell
Be sure to cover my eyes when we round that corner
Where we stood just inside the lines one long goodbye ago
One backward glance
Bloody roadkill
just like lovin' some roadkill
Pimpin' and panderin', on a level you can serve
This metal, nouns, pronouns, adverbs, and verbs
I spit the words
to clean up
Yes I confess it's a mess we'll clean up
Who picks up the roadkill when it's dead?
Who reads a book they can't comprehend?
Why is blood
the voss
No break pads bout to run out of the nos
No Eye deer have your shit look like some roadkill
Got 10 bucks so i’m paying for the full meal
Banana
motherfuckers like Evander Holyfield
I makes a full course dinner
Out of roadkill
Pops some pills
Smoke some sherms
Drunk as fuck
Rollin up a blunt
When I
Bloody concrete
Trapped in this empty shell
Sick; left like roadkill
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