3 years ago
REAL FOLK BLUES
Lyrics
Descend with force
Oh Kamen rider
Henshin
Please transform
Tear 'em to pieces
Tear 'em to pieces
Tear 'em to pieces
His sunrise smile
The king of acid house
Just stole your card
Cut him to pieces
Cut him to pieces
Cut him to pieces
Your strawman's in the streets
The long end of his course
Pander to trendless patrons
Washed up with no remorse
The strawman's in the streets
Gold-plated prying eyes
The strawman's in the streets
Misfortunate alibi
Baseless
I sent in a spy
I like the way you grind when they show up
Got a good reason
Got a good reason
Got a good reason
You're standing trial
You cut against the grain, but you don't share
I'm telling you, treason
Telling you, treason
Telling you, treason
It's burning through the skin
My likeness under clothes
Contouring every feature
Covered but so exposed
It's burning through the skin
Gold-plated prying eyes
The strawman's in the streets
Misfortunate alibi
Baseless
When is the perfect time to die?
I want to be unobtrusive
When is the perfect time to die?
I want to be unobtrusive
When is the perfect time to die?
I want to be unobtrusive
When is the perfect time to die?
I want to be unobtrusive
When is the perfect time to die?
I want to be unobtrusive
Writer(s): Benjamin Chisholm, Dan Greene
Copyright(s): Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB.
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