Sims - Low Light Low Life lyrics

[Sims:] Barrel full of powder, ship full of tea Closer by the hour, bringing sick to the seas Bellies full of barter, thick with the thieves Once they hit the harbor it's a wick in the breeze There goes another one (whoa!), right out from under 'em Different seashore, same thirty stores There goes another one (whoa!), right out from under 'em Worldwide mining town, steal it up, sell it down And not too long ago, mom and pop owned this shop Prognosis progress, the Dow owns the block Here to sell 'em salvation or elevation -- sort of Signal disorder, it's Celebration, Florida They got the medicine to fix your mood Till you learn to mind your place and eat that Sysco food You crave the arrogance the rich folk ooze Take life, waste life just to get those j**els [Hook:] Uh huh, uh huh, heads will roll Low light low life, recite that untold Keep with the goals, rehearse for the eleventh hour It will be arrow after arrow after bullet after sunflower Uh huh, uh huh, heads will roll Low light low life, recite that untold Keep with the goals, rehearse for the eleventh hour It will be barrel after barrel after barrel of that gunpowder [Dessa:] It seems we've fallen out of favor, the era ended on us Now the money's just paper, the houses all haunted We had a hell of a run before it caught up For all the corners cut we got an avalanche of sawdust Life of the party, we're d**h of the novel The gla** is half-empty so pa** the next bottle It's flight of the salesman, d**h of the bumblebee Nothing left for the attorneys and the tumbleweeds They say that God's on the right, so goes the rhetoric But I think that cross is a kite that left a skeleton And I think that Russell was right, but that's irrelevant, friend For all I know there'll be nothing left to defend tomorrow Sugar in the gas tank, nothing in the cashbox Thought that we were so sick, looking like it's smallpox The bullets are still on the shelves But when the armory empties, we're melting down the bells [Hook] [P.O.S.:] It's the end of law and order, Dick Wolf Aware in America, rocking a cheap sheep suit Pulled wool, weave through Stay on course till pulled over by that pulled pork Cops keeping the peace/piece... co*ked Catch and release like a sportsman, see 'em in the court then Piss poor paying them a portion, huh Funny how they distort extortion Never better, P.O.S. dance to the rhetoric Lean to the left, call me terrorish, rock with it Dance fever got 'em peeping out the prints on the floor True believers keep they eyes on the horizon Catch me sizing up the silent, check the crooked grind Watch me 50/50, keep the balance between the coping and the feeble mind I hope the broken folk rewind Nothing much for token jokers here, skate off, we doing fine [Hook]