Rare Americans - Brittle Bones Nicky 2 lyrics

Welcome friends! Hello foe’s Thought my story was over, book closed? Think again, we’re no where close My eyes are open, cheers, we toast I am mother fu*king ghost (he’s a ghost!) My heart beat blanked, through the ground I sank I met a driver, his name was Hank Told me we were on the way, when I asked to where He said, “can’t say, he himself decides your fate, I’ll drop you off right in front of the gates” A roller coaster kinda night My whole life right in plain site Saw my mom, held her hand Couldn’t wait to hug her in the promised land A rush of love, flight of doves I must be trippin, what a drug Am I going to Heaven or Hell? A question I have always asked myself Brittle Bones Nicky You were crafty and tricky It’s said that you were gold It’s said that you were gold! Welcome, welcome Nicky Welcome to heaven! Doors open up, I was usher’d in Hank said “good luck to ya kid” A sign on the door, it read “fate” Two arrows pointed, to 2 gates I’m a shoe in, I don’t hate God laughed right in my fu*king face “No kid, you made many mistakes Started with the pie to Shifty’s face Go be with your mates, scoundrels, fakes You pay for sins in my place” Mom looked on, without a trace I was cast away, thrown, hell’s gate Said “this ain’t fare, you dealt those cards, I made the most of a terrible start” No voice came back, laughs from the pack Spit on my shoes, & clawed at my back I guess I belong in hell Is god the devil himself? Brittle Bones Nicky You’re not crafty or tricky You’re a son of a b*tch, you’re alone Welcome to your new home It was a fu*king zoo, rotting in spew Caged, a bird, bruised black and blue Cried “I gotta get out of this place” I heard a voice “only 1 way” It was Ben, it’d been years Saved him from the “3 musketeers” Man I was happy to see his face “I owe you one, I’ll help you out of this maze, “Approach the devil, with venomous grace Tell him you’ll f*ck with the human race He may let you out, as a Ghost, a pawn To scare the sh*t out of who he wants if you serve time, do despicable crimes The “devil” might let you into heaven in time Lines right there for you to plead, say a prayer get on your knees” I gotta, get outta, this hell Would you sell your sole to save yourself? I’m not gonna, get pushed around I’m not going down, down, down! (Down!) I’m not going down! “Come on in, take a seat” He was turned around, only saw his feet The voice I knew, I’d just heard He turned around, it was God, he slurred “Surprised? Most of em’ are I’m Mufasa, and I’m Scar” Lily white sh*t gets old and trite Now tell me why you’re in my sight” “I’ll make you a deal, if I can’t close Banish me to the down below I’m crafty and tricky Millions of people dig me Let me go back, make people crack If I do you right, grant me a pass To see my mom, and watch her back” Brittle Bones Nicky He was crafty and tricky That son of a b*tch was gold! Ya that son of a b*tch was gold! So here I am, not quite a man But I always got a game plan I’ll ruffle feathers, f*ck with folks But you know me, I’m a good bloke