Dan Bull - Wildlands lyrics

Ghosts Ghosts Ghosts We are Pa**engers We are Drivers We are Travelers We are Survivors We are Hunters We are Judges Administer Justice Swift Without grudges Don't you know you've seen a ghost Cause were supposed to be nobody No relief Under cover canopies we go beneath Okeley dokeley Shipping c**a leaf overseas Isn't supposed to be so easy So were blowing the boat into pieces Jesus A landslides just enough pebbles To ruffle feathers I stand by as the dust settles A gunmetal nettle in a meadow full of bu*tercups A shark fin cutting through a slew of rubber ducks Pull up in a grubby truck Covered in mud and muck The stuff is shut up in a wooden hut Motherf** it up A sudden rush of blood A warm buzz, a blush Rubbing a sore bloody raw with a scrubbing brush Hush Even if we must stand here for hours A rush and a push And the land that we stand on is ours The Santa Blanca gangs a contraband extravaganza We deliver packets to the planet like a phantom Santa Stuffing our pockets with narcotics You can't stop it Far from it The harder you try, the larger is our profit Our wallets are swollen up from the hard product Bars solid This is real crack music Harmonic We are Pa**engers We are Drivers We are Travelers We are Survivors We are Hunters We are Judges Administer Justice Swift Without grudges Freezing or blazing all seems to be the same up in here Were all-terrain warriors razing reigns in Bolivia Heartfelt alarm bells ring heavier than bar bells Money m-m-multiplying like a fertilized cell Cartel giving a hard sell to clientele No "voulez-vous de la c**aine S'il vous plait, madamoiselle?" This is life or d**h, we do not require a locked cell No one else is qualified, we're dealing with it ourselves Dark realms, doubts You can't help the cards dealt But if you've a large mouth You're in the dog house I've witnessed horrors upon the likes of which I shan't dwell But hang around and you might well find out The Wildlands is no climate for a mild man But my old man said I should climb up as high as I can You better be nice Every time When we're behind Enemy lines ‘Cause otherwise It'll be like The time when Kennedy died Sniping time Deadly as cyanide Your head in the firing line Violent, dynamite your mind You're dead as a trilobite And by the by I'm flying by to foil your vile plans So try your hand, I am the trial of the Wildlands We are Pa**engers We are Drivers We are Travelers We are Survivors We are Hunters We are Judges Administer Justice Swift Without grudges We are Pa**engers We are Drivers We are Travelers We are Survivors We are Hunters We are Judges Administer Justice Swift Without grudges Ghosts Ghosts Ghosts Ghosts