R.S.L歌詞

作詞 : Benjamin Marwe
作曲 : Benjamin Marwe
don’t ever see the river through the mist
why do I always get so ****ing pissed?
I’m hanging on the wire
I’m always out of time
I’m wondering if I do or don’t exist
my back is aching like an old saloon
my opportunity is coming soon
so I stand there at the stop
wait for the sun to drop
seditions best served with a side of goon
oh yeah, its time, to find your saddle
a desert disco by the bain-marie
sh-sh-shucking oysters with the master key
I never pass the salt
I just sweeten the revolt
and baby that’s the way its gotta be
don’t ever wanna cow tow to a prick
because the pirate king has lost his bag of tricks
behind his hooded eyes
are loneliness and lies
a galaxy of veins and candlesticks
oh yeah, it’s time, to find your saddle
un-deux-trois, **** off
the fan is turning air into a breath
the writing on the wall is etched in meth
the marble in the meat
sparkles in the heat
I put it on American Express
I don’t wanna leave this petri dish
but I don’t wanna sit and reminisce
about the good old boys
and all the surface noise
ill saddle up and take to the abyss
oh yeah, oh its time, to find your saddle
off ya trot