On the real is a gun with a shot lip
I don't ever want that with my bad b**h
Running from the comfort of a warm body
Pa**ed what I love blond with a red herring
To the keflon on with the scruffed blouse
She is what I'm bout now 'til I black out
I'm a pigeon at the rot with the fangs gold
Where I low my bow posed 'til the flints old
I promised Paris with the pair of us in modern arrows
And got us carried there in linen chewing at our marrow
I do what I can do, dream like a vulture
And carry what can power me til burial
Humans I'm a parody
Dying with a lady that I'll never rock and looking forward to our weathred cabin
I know she will murder
She a fu*kIN maverick
And a manic hawk a fire in the prairie of the baddest. Promise
Nobody statics at the thought of us undressing
Feathers down upon the tile floors
Of Mom's house we borrowed from her, since
We burned the rules
We left the world responsible
We made the things we wanted them
And changed our skins to match the earth we...
Remember?
Wolves
The prairie is the mattress
Keep the vultures in the garden
We'll been kissing in the sadness
Gobbling tongue at the top of the tower
Power best in what is human
To influence what your dreaming
In the belly of your happy to your vehicles of privilege
Promise of the stress
I'll never treat you like a metal
Keep the birds away from whatever you feed em
(inaudible)
...can't be blamed for blood on the fabric of your covers....