Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Corrugated Tin Facade, artist - Buck 65. Album song Secret House Against The World, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.06.2005
Record label: Buck 65
Song language: English
Corrugated Tin Facade |
Look at this mess, he thought he was cheatin' God |
She leaves in the autumn, his face like a beaten dog |
Now he’s become everything that you hate |
He’s just in time to be too late |
His friends are like snowflakes, his lies are confessions |
Behold the old man and his ruined possessions |
He can’t play guitar but he does try very hard |
Pens from hotel rooms, old library cards |
Photos and whatnots, blood in his boots |
Sun in his eyes, an anchor instead of roots |
Clocks on every wall, fish in the ocean |
Solitude, faith, suspicion, commotion |
The hole in his stomach tastes like words |
He dreams and imagines his face like hers |
He knows he can’t live without his greatest fears |
And nothing’s more beautiful than a woman’s tears |
Cardboard boxes full of regrets |
He feeds his remorse like you feed your pets |
Voices in his head that all said live a day |
But the look in his eyes makes him a dead giveaway |
The bough that he breaks, the line that he draws |
He fell in love with the ugliness that nobody saw |
As close as he came, as far as he stood |
He loved her with his mouth as hard as he could |
Most people change when they enter the door |
They walk home from work and remember the war |
He’s digging a ditch, spent the day piling |
Dirt until it hurt and went away smiling |
Alone and heartbroken, just the way he likes it |
Only the loneliness knows him wholly |
And nothing seems to work, wrong everywhere |
He watches her brushing her long, heavy hair |