SABERTOOTH ZOMBIE LYRICS
album: "Dent Face" (2008)
1. Campaign2. Deep
3. Dent Face
4. Untitled
5. Meal Ticket
6. This Young Earth
7. That Fleeting Feeling
1. Campaign
When the downpour soaks your shoes
When your clothes tear from the street
Dry yourselves on the money I burn
Stitch yourselves on the lies I've strung
When your ribs poke through your shirt
When all your organs hurt
Nurse from my bountiful breast
Ease your pain with my drugs of youth
GIVE ME YOUR TIRED AND POOR
I'LL SEND THEM TO WAR
GIVE ME YOUR HUNGRY AND FRAIL
I'LL SEND THEM TO JAIL
I'LL SEND YOU TO WAR
2. Deep
I stepped on a crack
That spread into a hole
I fell into the hole
I'M SINKING
DEEP DEEP DEEP DEEP DEEP DEEP
I'M SLIPPING
I'M DIVING
I'M FALLING
3. Dent Face
He says his american fists are made for punching
He says her lips are made for sucking his dick
He is the great great grandson of darwin
DENT FACE, DENT FACE is a gift
He thinks he's gargled an ecclesiastical bath
His dent absolved from evil eloquence
Speech weighs down his pockets and pulls down his dockers
Virile seed falls to the sidewalk this kid's a fucking savior
Our species is saved
This is the new well behaved
4. Untitled
[Instrumental]
5. Meal Ticket
My seat is fraying out
The cooks are selling out
California state of diet and drought
cuisine and clout
Los Angeles is burnt
Feed the ashes to the masses
Melt the sunglasses
And hope it passes FOR A MEAL
Northern California ice age
Gold hidden in ice
What's your advice
To survive the price OF A MEAL
Everything goes up but the wages
SLAVES
6. This Young Earth
Space fills it's lungs with drugs and dust
Breathing the extinction of man
Eating the bones of this young earth
Shoveling it's core
Refracted off times and trends
The blink of an eye scratches the lens.
I had a dream
Took me all night to turn seventeen
I yen for youth yet get yoked in years
OUR PERCEPTION OF TIME IS FUCKED
7. That Fleeting Feeling
My shadow has burned into ancient sediment
my soles peel from ten ton slabs of granite
flying up from city streets
toes tapping to the crooked beat
born to lose myself
born to lose myself
born to lose
flying up from city streets
toes taping to the crooked beat
LONG WHIP CARRY ME HOME
LONG WHIP CARRY ME HOME
My status symbol
is a middle finger
resisting existing
bury me in obscurity
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