| When it’s cold, we bite the top of our zips,
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| Pull it up with our teeth till it covers our lips
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| Then exhale central heating for the weather beaten
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| No feet are beating, this street in to stand by us like Will Wheaton
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| Walking these streets with that distant stare
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| No one likes us but we don’t care
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| Maybe our kind don’t fit round here
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| Our minds find conflict round here
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| See we choose to cruise a route that ain’t paved with gold
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| So our shoes don’t slip they stick and grip this road
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| Our tools are ink slicks that we engrave and mould
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| For an end goal you maybe can’t spend or fold
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| We won’t settle for unsought careers
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| Or forty years of salty tears
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| Like a battered up mix-tape with a long faded label
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| When I’m old and decaying I’ll be decaying and able
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| If the bad times are coming, let 'em come
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| Let the death drum break the slump
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| Before the once young braves succumb
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| The Fickle flicker of desire expires
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| If the bad times are coming Let 'em come, Let 'em come
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| Bad times coming
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| Bash up a castle
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| I know the zoo keeper
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| Line em up
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| Lions on em
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| I haven’t slept yet
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| Ever, crust
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| Kickin up dust
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| Leave em sickin up rust colour
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| Let it come
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| Let em run
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| Let me laugh at it
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| Smash like it’s rampage
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| Live it up
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| Grasp at it
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| No pill for the whirlwind coming
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| Let it come
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| Spin with the rush no fun till the times up
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| Run against the flood
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| All stroke no float
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| For the hope for the coast pump blood
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| Stump fuckers on the daily
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| Dump lungs
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| Volume is up
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| Watch em hush for the lump sum
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| But not around here
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| Around here we steer clear
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| Of holding our tongues to stack funds
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| When bad times come it’s like some old news
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| New shit
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| Choose yours
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| New whip or brick?
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| Thank you
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| If the bad times are coming, let 'em come
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| Let the death drum break the slump
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| Before the once young braves succumb
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| The Fickle flicker of desire expires
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| If the bad times are coming Let 'em come, Let 'em come
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| Quality home life, Living a lie now
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| Take it to the road certain women would lie down
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| Haunting images I witnessed in my town
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| Are floating through the night with a knife and a white gown
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| Gotta dig a bigger hole
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| But I can never climb out, just burrow and burrow
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| Or stand on the high ground while pulling the sky down
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| Wait for the high tide and try not to drown
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| You’re waiting another day with eyebrows furrowed
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| Just say what you gotta say… like right now, fucko
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| Or pipe down bucko, I’m doubting what many say
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| «Why do you think they call it a burrowing owl anyway?»
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| Feed the lion despite what the sign says
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| Act defiant and impolite to my friends
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| While making side bets in a risky gamble
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| Save the wild sex for the filthy animals
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| I switch the channel if the nature turns mechanical
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| Become detached like your snake mandibles
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| The slack jawed yokel is practising his cat calls
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| It’s got the lab rats bounding off the padded walls
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| If the bad times are coming, let 'em come
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| Let the death drum break the slump
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| Before the once young braves succumb
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| The Fickle flicker of desire expires
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| If the bad times are coming Let 'em come, Let 'em come |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let 'Em Come, artist - Scroobius Pip. Album song Distraction Pieces, in the genre Иностранный рок