SIMON SAYZ - Piru Blues lyrics

"Piru Blues" [Hook] Show me how to breathe again Give me a reason to end This pain and all this suffering Is there something, can I win? It's hard to believe again Is it something? Or maybe nothing, nothing [Verse 1] Blood stains on the camouflage jacket And love pain hands on the fully automatic She looks into the eyes of her comrade/lover Comcast, C-SPAN cover warfare rages on the other Side of the wall where the revolution utters In the language besides brotherly love for the sufferers It's the sacrifice that touches her He brushes her cheek, smeared with black smudges Of oil and dirt he picked up from falling to the earth When did things fall so far to love and so into berserk? Supplies in the church but nothing of worth That can repair the hurt, so out comes the tears and In come the visions, gargoyles and gryphons The tensions, the strength, and the stiff and release On his way to God, guarded by the beast She picks up his rifle and rushes to the street [Hook] [Verse 2] With blood stains on the chinchilla fur And a hundred bullet holes in the Rolls Royce Spur Through designer sungla**es the world is a blur Diamonds are being ripped from the neck of the third Second and first seems so unneeded But this one she feels that he got what he deserved The money floats, the liquor spills She dances on macabre; a n***a is being k**ed Skeletons dance with her an elegant prance amidst the who*es and the drunks, the sinners and the punks A parliament of fools baptized in the funk Cologne won't stop bullets no matter where you put it But they spray it in the trunk It mixes with the blood and the residue of d** It hits her all at once Stings the nostrils, as our Rihanna as Madonna And Nirvana bewitches another hostile [Hook x2] [Verse 3] With blood stains on the maxi pad missing We welcome another soul into the land of the living Something about the mirror so different, it smiles Now how could gla** smile? So she runs into the kitchen The microwave, the spoons and the plates Everywhere where there's a reflection of her face The turned off TV, the cell phone and laptop screen be Looking jubilant as Jeezy In the trap or Gucci in the chain shop A fan getting name dropped, this wasn't in the plans But the pain stopped, and held the daffodils Pleasant surprise not in the newspaper horoscope A scene in the leaves of the chamomile She musta missed it Probably fell outta the bag but she dipped it Nonetheless, she feels terrific [Hook x2]