Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bus Benches, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Date of issue: 26.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bus Benches |
| Shhh there he goes, tonight’s man |
| The one who’s putting gods smile back upon my hands |
| The plan this evening is hiding behind leaves and brush |
| Quiet the breathing hush wait for the right time to rush |
| Grab your man by the forehead, slid the device across his throat |
| I’ll hold him tight while he chokes, 8, 9, count to 10 drop the body rip the |
| pockets |
| Come ups, cash and plastic wrapped rockets, hey mister mister you think that |
| you’re the shit |
| But you looked really funny when you felt your tendon rip |
| There’s a thin line between fire and fear, hey mister never should have set |
| your shop up here |
| Cause I’ve been thumpin' chumps that push dumps to zombie tree stumps |
| Big man on the avenue becomes mommy’s little speed bump |
| And this punk was easy, must’ve hated spinach |
| And the pigs all smiled they never like you to begin with |
| Ain’t trying to be the man no more, cause I’m a man now |
| About to take your crew to war, I got a plan now |
| I’m used to blood and death outgrew the gut wrench |
| So tell the devil I said fuck em' when he finds you on the bus bench |