
Date of issue: 09.07.2015
Record label: Speech Development
Song language: English
Jailbreak |
Nights with the lights out, days in the hole |
Mind wonder quite how I stayed in control |
Tracing my name in the face of the stone |
And I might turn up right under their nose |
When the keyhole planks and the man comes |
Do you crawl on all fours or stand up |
I am upright, I am smiling |
I’mma get off this fucking island |
Drag me out into the moonlight |
Where the wall is all around |
The good men are all in their bed |
The undead are all underground |
Walk through the night to the break of day |
I’ve been digging the holes the old fashioned way |
I got blood on my knuckles and rock to crack |
When you tunnel this fast, no stoppin' that |
It’s no slowin' down, it’s no doublin' back |
Gotta go the ground and get a hold of a map |
Size stroke toward hope with the ocean crashes |
It may go down but I can’t go backwards |
Uh, bars, callin' all cars, hacks in the robo, caught em off guard |
Riot in the yard when you hear the bell |
Betta face toward heaven and run like hell |
Hell is other people |
And heaven is the chance you take in vain |
And you might need to kill me, mister |
I ain’t going back to jail |
Ain’t going back to jail |
1976 was the year |
Heavenly mix that eventually sticks |
Not to mention the heaviest bricks in concrete |
Conquerin' drum beats the honkies with tight pants |
I might dance, watch me now! |
AC/DC, bass take it easy, greasy guitar licks |
And reading Archie comics |
Nonstop rocks off in bonstocks vomit |
Pochop, final 33 in the 3rd deep |
Pristine dirty deeds done dirt cheap |
Side one track one, deadlock, stalemate jailbreak |
Wait to gain |
Build your muscle, educate your brain |
Stickin' my arms through the bars of the hand-held |
Mary one maid, muthafucka, jailbreak |
Vertical vertical vertical vertical |
Diagonal, diazine, all my lights half passed |
Time in a flatfoot lap, on the night of his briar patch act |
To the fire, wish it were simple, a signal |
A tripped up barb with a neck full of tendrils |
Trips to the bars and a moment of mayhem |
Built for the key ring, open the cages |
Say hello to a growing equation |
Woah, sounds fantastic, no |
Got a deacon that wants you on your good behavior |
And now I’m looking to a neighbor, an elusive nature |
Here’s to the oldest trick in the book, look |
Were performed by coldest fish on the cook hook |
It was deep in the pen with the rags and patches |
After we’ve rearranged mess whole distraction |
Never mind cabin fever, unwhisper road that gets rabbit season |
I’m a bad bad man, I’m a maverick heathen |
I am on the truck, I am past the beacon |
I am being fed fresh red grapes by the evening |
Overstate lines where the 89 sebring |
Bye, pardon the commotion I caused |
It was this or a me shaped hole in the wall |
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Who by Fire | 2010 |
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Crooked ft. Aesop Rock | 2004 |
Paper Airplane | 2010 |
Roses in the Rain ft. Adaline | 2014 |
Supercell | 2016 |
Drums On The Wheel | 2020 |
Blood of a Young Wolf | 2005 |
Rings | 2016 |
Untitled | 1999 |
Economy of Words (Bail It Out) | 2013 |
Blood Sandwich | 2016 |
Earthmovers | 2013 |
Cold Steel Drum | 2010 |
Leaving New York | 2013 |
The Gates | 2020 |
The Suffering Machine | 2005 |
Kirby | 2016 |
Mystery Fish | 2016 |
Kennedy Killed the Hat | 2005 |
Artist lyrics: B. Dolan
Artist lyrics: Buck 65
Artist lyrics: Aesop Rock