Dickholder

(álbum: Loco - 2001)

The only easy day is yesterday
Go on and pull me underwater
I know you really can't be that blind son
But I think you think you're that much smarter

It makes it that much more defined [?]
Now cough it up and call your mother
I see you just can't find the time
But time found me without much bother

I saw that boy become a man
He bathed in blood just like his father
And while in golden gloves and gown [?]
He found he wasn't that much smarter

Now what's in you that is your own
Not something you found on the highway
I remember that time so long ago
When you bought your soul and threw a party

Now paint your face, take to the trees
There's more to you than just your cover
You've got them all down on their knees
You've got them fucking one another

You Djed blue and you Djed black
So long as they count to a thousand
Now get it on, don't break your back
And don't walk through the public housing [?]

Now, hey, Dickholder who's your man?
The scraps you catch [?] past the table
You make it all sound like your plan
But what you do to get that label?

Now, hey, Dickholder who's your man?
The scraps you catch [?] past the table
You make it all sound like your plan
But what you do to get that label?

Dickholder