dude can u give m tabs or something becayse man your music make ske feel so good i wanna play it if yoh voukd he so kind my email is dil0nturtler@gmail.com

i swear ur music is all so valid i eish i couod olay stuff like u 

tabs please i love this song and i love you

The devil may seem robust, but only when he’s full of piss, his puffed chest is innocuous
The same drain sees his broken floss, as it does the blood and profit loss
He’s always said that the big boss bore the lighter cross
And that he’s just his piece of meat, and at least doing wrong by him is the harder feat
You’ve no control, it just pays to pay the toll, rather than to obstruct
You’ve no control, it just helps to put your keys in the bowl, before you get fucked

He’ll roll you like a wheel that’s come right off the steel
And he’s going to make anything in his path his next meal
And he’s gonna make the innocent in his path roadkill
You don’t confuse a heart for Achilles’ heel

And your memory fades but so do the bars that it brings with it, though its selection is iniquitous
You’ve been wading through the shit as if you gave it quit
But it too takes will to submit

What’s delayed if what’s late wasn’t to arrive at all?
And a name can’t echo the halls if you put holes in the walls
Yeah, you make them small and try for new things to recall

devil-may-care

sometimes i shouldn't be alive

but it's just this and that's how it is

baby's pretty alright

hell bent on there being no sentiment
I’m here again and it’s been, yeah it’s went
one less left

it’s not what you earn, it’s how you spend it
i’m starting to learn, this won’t be any different
can’t help but forget the effort
still not my turn, oh this is how it’s ending

go on and get up, get better

one less left

back again, lost track of time
back when I couldn’t find, my mind
and I couldn’t seem to see right
with those bags in under my eyes

she lost her brother, they their son
what have you done?
you didn’t talk like that when you were young
did she close her legs on your tongue?
oh, where did ya go wrong?

fouled off or a towel drop
runnin my mouth, i got got
yes sir, you’re the boss
but shit's shot, you should surely cut your losses

it’s mornin four o’clock
but not there it’s not
a dull mull, for what?
you're still stuck at a stop

undone, yet like a knot

yessir

KILL PELL

stopped at the gate
but I’m just on my way
swab the suitcase for a trace
of a bad day
and genetic mental fray 

please, please hurry, I’m late
and I’m sore from the tape
for the gear around my waist
no, I wouldn’t dare drug traffic via air freight!
well okay, now I want a fair case!

but I would never hurt anyone
but I would…

hell, Pell, I’ve seen your face
you helped perpetuate
the suicide rate
and the pig state
sounds like today, is your delayed, court date

as the the tall man falls
strongly stand, the four walls around him
how I’d swim, to drown him
in the cardinal’s own, cardinal sin

and he will never love anyone
and he has never loved anyone

cardinal sin

you’ll get dirty feet if you walk a dirt road
it’s not what you think you know, no, it’s what you don’t!
the kid is reading the history that he wrote
it’s bad business
it’s madness

he stays alive trying to die a legend
so only breathes to teach himself a lesson
in masochism
even then he’s slacking 

no one comes for free, but it’s cheaper to pretend
and good head is currency where he’s livin!
it’s dollars and cents
it’s paper payment

at the clap of his hands!
he will because he can!
there’s a poison in man
under the veil of romance

billy the kid was a punk!

Barb’s prize fighter’s cape
is but a flag of her state
… or a towel for her bloodied face
when throwing at him in second place

and Sharon was in my dad’s grade
now she’s in leather and lace
and for the right rate
it’s her sweet embrace

and he’s on the forklift at an eighth of the pay
5 of 7 days
and mum is less than the same
it’s a real dog fight, this horse race

gambling is a steal
the elderly are kicking up their heels
later life’s likened to a roulette wheel
and any win is like a good pub meal

old dollar don may have died in disgrace
but fate’s fate
it’s a pint at a wake
and the inheritance on black 28
we’re willing to put it to waste
all for the story, the stakes
oh the glory, the grace

baby's pretty alright

DAMN JODY

Recent comments

scubb

shkloopla

shkloopla

J Muerte Music🕷

Related tracks