Lyrics Let Me Tell You - Cecil Otter

Let Me Tell You

It’s been a long time coming
Lock, stock, coming for the livestock
Running for their lives
It’s been a long time coming
Lock, stock, coming
Mettle to metal, the medals of honor pierce his chest
Kettle to kettle, man, his heart is black;
it bleeds for death
To all the rebels livin' off the laws that fear suggests
He appears a mess, but there’s this message he’s decoded
And he’s the envy of the unknowing, but all willing to picture it all perfect
He talks into this mic, with nothing in mind, the image is all worth it
No worship in his blood or curse is worth believin' in
He’s up, and he’s leavin' a love for no reason
Now, he’s making his rounds.
He pounds his chest and hits the street
He’s bad to the bone with bad bones, but he don’t admit defeat
Visits the meek, who inherently speak through a
Well-oiled machine of a heart, and it don’t back off
Comes from a back log of lost and tough luck
He’s completely punch drunk and too exhausted to touch love
But it’s kept tucked away, with a new fade-proof innocence
That’s underage and overpaid attention to
And since he’s destined to live without a destiny to rest into
He’ll just search for recipes, from entries to exit wounds
Sets the moonshine down, writes another victim’s tune
And washes the blood from his hands with drinks until his fingers prune
He never had faith in God, only trusts the custody he seeks
And he’d just love to have you judge him by the company he keeps
The company of wolves, customized and cunning
Up, up, and running wild in the streets, running, running
He’s cuttin' it close;
he’s luxury class
He’s up in the smoke and ash of habits that have broken fast
But he’s crass, so don’t cross him.
He’s wild in sorrow
He manages his emotions and lights another Marlboro