The rats and the snakes
creep in and crawl through your brains.
Those veins are pumpin' sky blue blood.
Don't wanna circle the drain, but cycles spin 'round and 'round
and then they **** ya down in thick, black mud.
It sticks in your craw,
the way they're flappin' their gobs;
their dollars buyin' graveside seats.
Cheaters glom onto prayers the way you clutch at your chest,
and slobber in the putrid heat.
When they come for ya, baby,
maybe run with me.
Chase the dyin' light to San Jose.
No point in cryin' or laughin',
fightin', fussin' or clappin'--
Cap or Crown, it's only goin' one way.
They bought.
You sold,
missed rent.
It's getting cold.
November Rain.
It soaks you through.
But that Song, girl, it ain't nothin' new.
So punch your ticket and scoff
while we all bend and cough.
Catch the last flight, and I'll stand by.
But don't lie to yourself--
silver linings on brass,
they can't break through the gold-clad sky.
Yeah, ya silly ******
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
The rats and the snakes
creep in and crawl through your brains.
Those veins are pumpin' sky blue blood.
Don't wanna circle the drain, but cycles spin 'round and 'round
and then they **** ya down in thick, black mud.
It sticks in your craw,
the way they're flappin' their gobs;
their dollars buyin' graveside seats.
Cheaters glom onto prayers the way you clutch at your chest,
and slobber in the putrid heat.
When they come for ya, baby,
maybe run with me.
Chase the dyin' light to San Jose.
No point in cryin' or laughin',
fightin', fussin' or clappin'--
Cap or Crown, it's only goin' one way.
They bought.
You sold,
missed rent.
It's getting cold.
November Rain.
It soaks you through.
But that Song, girl, it ain't nothin' new.
So punch your ticket and scoff
while we all bend and cough.
Catch the last flight, and I'll stand by.
But don't lie to yourself--
silver linings on brass,
they can't break through the gold-clad sky.
Yeah, ya silly ******
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