Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Talk To Frank , by - Children of the Damned. Release date: 31.05.2007
Song language: English
Don't Talk To Frank |
| I’ll swallow your energy and spit your bad karma out |
| Lay your carcass down frothing as it passes out |
| Fuck a |
| Step a crown with the syringe and fill a skull with brown |
| Ill bust a stage jump and crush the crowd |
| I’ll put you underground |
| Smile in front of me and get a Chelsea frown |
| The devil child, beefin' god telling him to settle down |
| Before I pull the metal out and free them shots |
| Lost my life now I’m zombified |
| With my coffin wide open screwing through a set of rotten eyes |
| Since I died I rock the same clothes, D I L |
| With bleeding nails, scratching letters off my gravestone |
| Writing home sweet home |
| Let me fucking begin |
| Well armed, the only time I self harm is when these fakes get under my skin |
| I keep them as my prisoners, caged up in my ribs |
| And starve them to death, just to regain that hunger within |
| Your remains are becoming a paste, stored in a place in my stomach |
| Before being formed into waste and launched in your daughters face |
| Pleaded guilty when they thought I was innocent |
| Till they saw the tapes then my story changed to denying the incident |
| I’ll slice your eye with a scientists instrument |
| Inject sexual viruses into it until your blind and finally impotent |
| And you could try I don’t give a shit |
| Mental rebel type of a lyricist, swiped the devils pie and I fingered it |
| An Obsessive compulsive in a clown disguise |
| Tryna unicycle up a mountain side, even though I’ve failed a thousand times |
| Out my mind |
| I’m deaf cus' I gouged out my eyes |
| Burst my eardrums and now I’m blind |
| But I’m listening to the sounds of flies |
| On the 5th of November, sniffing up gunpowder lines |
| I don’t give a fuck about my life |
| I get high and try to plow the sky |
| Shit, my whole clique joust the bikes like mounted knights |
| Walk around at night thoughtless talking to owls and mice |
| I set your house a light |
| I wasn’t out of spite |
| I accidentally strapped dynamite around my kite |
| Yo you only know the 4 is flowing when you see the omens |
| Abnormal rodents that will know you woke em' |
| I’m pouring cauldrons of scorching potions through fraud’s noses |
| To cause implosions for talking bogus |
| I walk in oceans and swim in sands |
| A twisted man slittin' wrists and hands |
| Catch the drips in pans and sell this shit in cans |
| A straight relentless bastard |
| I’m gonna burn in hell for swallowing the tablets that displayed the ten |
| commandment |
| You might laugh but look buddy |
| I’m such a cold hearted lad that when I bleed it resembles a slush puppy |
| One slice sort of a full body |
| Couple pounds sort to buy drugs money |
| Fucked in the head but my mum loves me |
| I introduce myself as fuck you |
| The Lord made me in his own image, so I’m guessin' that devils bucked tooth |
| In hella' mushrooms |
| My physical being is here but I’ve died within |
| Now when you cry I grin |
| I quit asking why your times so grim |
| Platinum, I count myself lucky if I went recycled tin |
| Cus' I’d be happy just to find a flim |
| I’m getting so high I’m putting my splifs out on a giant blimp |
| I hear voices in silence, in with the pint of gin |
| Wake in a alley and blaze an oscar inside a bin |
| There ain’t no reason why I sin |
| For punishment is the hand of gods hanging me by a limb |
| I’ve been cursed to walk the sewers, dwell and seep inside the shadows |
| Catching rats and sparrows, small pets with poison arrows |
| I can’t mistake a fallen angel twisted humans |
| I tempted him with the green envious plus consuming |
| The dream make of fulfilling your desires |
| The catch is your soul is fuck inside the fires |
| I cry tears of mercury |
| Uranium from pores |
| Your as softening as my fait |
| I leak maggots from head soars |
| Cause of wars |
| The choir whispering |
| And your subliminal |
| Possessing hoards of whores |
| I fractor your fucking lyricals |
| The rainmaker |
| The shaker of the egotistical |
| Sick habitual pain is my vice |
| And fuck original |
| Heafty smokin' as my mental roarin' |
| The vent stress I’m throwing me self in congested roads in reflective clothing |
| Hoping I’m left dead but instead I’m walkin' while my neck is broken |
| Plus my chest is open |
| Me and death are rollin' |
| I managed to jack an ambulance with spine damage and intestines showing |
| I’m more than insane |
| Too many nights snorting the caine |
| Blood and gore on the planes is all that remains |
| From civil war in my brains |
| I metamorph into flames |
| Dragging and spasming me corpse but it’s chained |
| Me and my crew we sold the devil our souls |
| So in exchange we could a run a train on Emily Rose |
| Call me T total I’m passin' the splifs |
| Pool parties were sick |
| Through the darkness of pits |
| Im marching with an army of sin |
| Leaving rapper guys paralysed |
| Smashing spines, hanging from street traffic lights |
| Immobilising cars when I spit |
| I sleep with an eye open cus' my minds broken |
| I’m open to see light glowin' from the sniper rifle sight scoping |
| No lies spoken |
| Was beat exaggerating |
| When I’m murdered I want my gravestone to read «Assassinated» |
| And when I’m buried and gone it will never be long till becoming the fifth |
| horseman |
| And best to be said, let nothing lie |
| That inscribed in the sands the rise of the damned was prophesied |