Kristoff Krane - Wild West lyrics

[Verse 1: Sage Francis]......................! How dare you interrupt the monkey man doing his funny dance You ain't from my fam and you ain't a f**ing fan Summer of the son of son of Sam Your grandkids are treadmill working, modern day Running Man You're from the scum of the sand You are the sum of a number you will never understand "Don't fall for that! It's such a scam." I bet 100 grand I could touch you… Like "boop!" Ooooh, reconstruct you Undead Kennedys. Some wed their enemies Just for the fashion of it with a blood red accessory That will not match your pillbox hat. Let it be Got a magic bullet theory that'll blow your mind. Literally I'm fin to blow. Kick in the do', begin to k**ing Each and every single one of the indigo children Must not be taller than this sign here If they be any taller, then sign here If you need any water it's right here Come get a little from the middlemen in white gear We don't all bleed red I've seen tar black sludge pouring out the back of a fiend's head Blue blooded Americans too stuck up with arrogance To notice the mules f**ing the elephants True revolution is intelligence This ain't the motherf**ing wild, wild west [Verse 2: Kristoff Krane] My apologies for synthesizing intuition I swear to God it wasn't my fault but I'll still fix it I wish no harm upon another like it's euthanasia Only in love will we rediscover human nature I'm feeling sick somebody please bring me a cup of milk I want the kind I seen up on the sign while on my way to work A couple pills will probably do the trick Ha Dad? (Naw) (5x) Naw, f** that I want a proper breath pulled from my diaphragm To calm my anxious organs and arouse the ancient eye within Leviathan has been raised from the dead If you look into your head, it's evident in the environment Let the tires spin, eyes roll, burn rubber holes into the o-zone Clones who never knew their mother Fighter on demand, supplies is slowly needy weening Completely shy of any chance to find some peaceful meaning Now dance you dirty little puppet show Destiny defined just like the bullet in the gun you hold Now hit the mark finish what you start Go to the market get some seeds to plant a garden in your yard Get off your a** and get a house Get a bank account, a little baby and a spouse Get a job, get a dog, get a bone Die fast, live slow Feel alone High cla** [Verse 3: Sadistik] Time lapses and it's a sign of d**h While another proper noun tries to fit inside my chest (Yes!) We put flowers on our own graves Symbolize the d**h, it's ironic and poetic in a sense I listen to the storm cyborg like Christ It's a sight for sore eyes and poor eye-sight, this Just might distort my whole short life-bliss If the light from your sky is more like pitch black Out with me, while I'm fading from the Jack Dans Pull another white flag, hanging me at half mast I got the blues, staining all the cracked gla** Read all the bad jokes, training for the last laugh So stand back, like a bear in blood I don't throw my hands up cause I care too much About a world that's so fragile that I'm scared to touch I got a tendency to break what was meant to be awake, wait Now is one grave enough? To come hate the mundane, now some say it's love We're in this machine and it's unsafe to trust We're mechanical, that's why our blood tastes like rust Some may adjust, but they're marketing the zeitgeist Penny for you thoughts if it's offered at the right price Day of the dead, opposite of night-life Pray that instead you'll be caught up in the bright lights