Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shoot Frank, artist - Cage. Date of issue: 19.09.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shoot Frank |
| One last vein to poke made it too dark to see this |
| Scenery slips then line up to go in the ground and leave us |
| So repeat this till I’m sick and I won’t feed this |
| To my little girl who kept me in this world to beat this |
| As a little kid taught to follow Jesus |
| Get to the front of the line I’m bein' lead by elitists |
| So when I speak words that I don’t mean |
| It’s like how only in a cloud do I know what serene is |
| Unable to wake and delete the reasons |
| Or be the same bed I made up to sleep with demons |
| Whether sick sane of a pattern repeated |
| If I spit pain I knew how to relieve it |
| If at sixteen I had started to treat it |
| Till my shit changed whether or not I would need it |
| To trace back to the face before the fetus |
| If the departure was wrong from the gate then she is |
| Trigger finger itch |
| The son of a snitch |
| I’m the rat’s favorite son |
| Last to pal and cut |
| Slit to bleed the rust |
| By the last heart I’ve won |
| We roll under covers waiting |
| I’ve tied off a limb debating |
| If all of the names forsaken |
| Spell out what I’m takin' |
| Watching the skin pop |
| I would do anything to |
| Tell you what I’ve been late to |
| Fix up my head and escape to |
| Where I can rest my eyes |
| The sun says wake up with a beam in my eyes |
| Clutchin' the bed like she’s still by my side part of me died |
| Eat what I’m prescribed still just to be ostracized |
| 'Cuz she don’t really know if she wants to ride or drive |
| While no nooses long enough to hang my excuses |
| Whether I’m dead, gun to my head, or reclusive |
| The end is close almost no need for money |
| Yet when I wished for death nobody took my life from me |
| If I cannot see what’s right in front of me |
| And the lights on there still wouldn’t be enough to leave |
| I fixed me when I broke the aggression |
| But I’m still attracted to my beautiful depression |
| If I felt emotions I learned to suppress 'em |
| Till I’m ready to sleep I’ll have found a place to rest then |
| No thanks to angst I learned my lesson |
| And can erase the face that can’t answer the questions |
| Trigger finger itch the son of a snitch |
| I’m the rat’s favorite son |
| And by the time I’m back |
| That heart that beats so black |
| Let it shine like his gun |
| We roll under covers waiting |
| I’ve tied off a limb debating |
| If all of the names forsaken |
| Spell out what I’m taking |
| Watching the skin pop |