Lyrics:
to the airport,
The rush, the roar,
And he crouched down behind a fence,
With a chest full of lights,
Then,
He loses his senses...
Oh Little Johnny Jewel,
on hell's eight acres.
Walked with kings you know, self law
Pencil skirts and that gear
Going round the twist with heartbreak
Crouched and trembling with
an evil grin and a mighty interruption
She awoke in a panic
The TV in static
She heard a voice
In the attic
Crouched behind her door
With a Swiss Army
the darkened pond in the scented dusk
Where a kid crouched full of sadness
Lets his boat go drifting out
Into the evening sun
We sailed through constellations
there
He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear
They can't let me die, they can't let me die here
I'll cover myself with the mud and the earth
acres.
Walked with kings you know, self law
Pencil skirts and that gear
Going round the twist with heartbreak
Crouched and trembling with hate
Mixes
were ill prepared
My typewriter had turned mute as a tomb
And my piano crouched in the corner of my room
With all its teeth bared
All its teeth bared
diverted him
From his soggy course and he
Glanced to his left:
There it was! Crouched in the
Corner of a clearing
Her eyes bleeding light
Into his, wearing
And the God of Wine
Is crouched down in my room
You let me down, I said it
Now I'm going down
And you're not even around
And I said no
I can't keep it all
someone to say it to.
They have friends and family,
And they haven't been crouched naked under a Christmas tree
with a needle in their arm like an insane
And the God of Wine
Is crouched down in my room
You let me down, I said it
Now I'm going down
And you're not even around
And I said no
I can't keep it all
Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees
Jealous hearted niggaz, why'all wear it on ya sleeve
Like a scarlet letter, for the world to see
Can't
the shadows run from themselves
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten
Yellow tigers crouched in
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line
Engines pumping and thumping in time
The green light flashes, the flags go up
Churning and burning, they
They'd rather see me not breathing, than see me achieve
Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees
Jealous hearted niggas, y'all wear it on ya sleeve
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line
Engines pumping and thumping in time
The green light flashes, the flags go up
Churning and burning, they
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line
Engines pumping and thumping in time
The green light flashes, the flags go up
Churning and burning, they
could see your kint
Crouched up over in a humble position
Praying hard oh my god if he only would listen
Somos poco pero locos my trienta ocho a leave
the shadows run from themselves
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles
Suddenly awakened with a black chill of terror
I saw twelve hooded figures in graveyard apparel
Who shuffling towards me where I crouched by the wall
Said
love
When the world has turned to dust
Deep below its shattered crust
'Mid the ruins of their town
People moving up and down
Crouched in terror
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags goes up,
Churning and burning,
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning they
You want the things and the promises from before you were a killer before yet from before
I just don't need anyone else to answer.
Crouched down
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