Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Fat of the Land, artist - Cane Hill. Album song Cane Hill, in the genre Date of issue: 22.10.2015
Record label: Rise
Song language: English
The Fat of the Land |
| My very first car, shit was so old |
| '91 Caddy, to me it was gold |
| Every single night, I’d go for a drive |
| But every single night didn’t happen this time |
| Racing home with one headlight |
| I saw a man I should’ve passed by |
| Biggest mistake, I wish I’d known |
| I’d never be the same, never go home |
| Every Adam’s got an Eve |
| Brimming with insanity |
| (Hey, hey) We’re saturated |
| Hanging from the apple tree |
| Wet with fear and gravity |
| (Hey, hey) Infatuated |
| (Hey, hey) Infatuated |
| (Hey, hey) We are the fat of the land |
| (Hey, hey) Infatuated |
| The man on my right, a stranger in need |
| Was running his mouth uncontrollably |
| I don’t think he’s from here, it’s starting to show |
| Why won’t he say where he needs to go? |
| What’s it gonna be? |
| A long walk home or a ride with me? |
| I said, «what's it gonna be, what’s it gonna be? |
| Tell me who you are or I’m stopping the car |
| «I know who you are and I know where you’ve been |
| I’m the King of Betrayal and I’m here for your skin |
| There’s no escaping me but in reality |
| I am the serpent and I’m ready to feed» |
| Every Adam’s got an Eve |
| Brimming with insanity |
| (Hey, hey) We’re saturated |
| Hanging from the apple tree |
| Wet with fear and gravity |
| (Hey, hey) Infatuated |
| (Hey, hey) Infatuated |
| (Hey, hey) We are the fat of the land |
| (Hey, hey) Infatuated |
| What did I do? |
| Why did I run into you? |
| I was trying to help, but now I’m crawling to hell |
| So long to my soul, ‘least you’ve got a new home |
| Had to give you away, it was you or my bones |
| Are you fucking with me, fucking with me? |
| Are you fucking with me, fucking with me? |
| Are you fucking with me, fucking with me? |
| Are you fucking with me, fucking with me? |
| Every Adam’s got an Eve |
| Brimming with insanity |
| (Hey, hey) We’re saturated |
| Hanging from the apple tree |
| Wet with fear and gravity |
| (Hey, hey) Infatuated |
| (Hey, hey) Infatuated |
| (Hey, hey) We are the fat of the land |
| (Hey, hey) Infatuated |