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Will Wood

Chemical Overreaction / Compound Fracture

 

Chemical Overreaction / Compound Fracture

(альбом: Everything Is A Lot - 2015)


"We can't stop here this is bat country!"

Nettles on my saddle and a badge on my vest
Better bet I'll never settle and I never could rest
Till the sunrise dies and sets in the west
A rattlesnake bite and a bullet in my chest
I won't stop to drop to draw a line in the sand
'Cause I'll be picked apart to pieces by coyotes
I'm a lizard in the hand of the medicine man
Who is the wizard of the land on wild peyote, woah

Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I'm taking action
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I'm gaining traction
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions
I'm done relaxing, I am a chemical reaction

Bienvenidos a la villa de arañas españas
Where the sentimental value of the city around you
Is deleted obsolete and still completely will stun you
I'm tripping like a klutz and I'm rolling like thunder
I'm a snot nosed pothead playing with matches
A rotten spot of mold with my hands on a cactus
My mouth is dry and my eyes are red
I'm chewing on sand 'cause the desert's in my head

Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I'm taking action
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I'm gaining traction
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions
I'm done relaxing, I am a chemical reaction

Wretch and pule this panoramic
Stretched out view is fat with panic
Precognition lacks in hindsight
We caught the illness back before the twilight
I might be a saint worth steeples
I might be the brain of evil
Bad things happen to good people
Good things happen to me

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