Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Body for the Pile , by - clipping.. Release date: 22.10.2020
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Body for the Pile , by - clipping.. Body for the Pile |
| And it’s stains in the wainscotting |
| Cracks in the baseboard |
| Arachnid in the corner serving up face |
| Like whose house you think this is? |
| Prism vision in low light |
| Scan prison tats on the back of a low life lifeless |
| And a broke nose might just be done drippin' |
| Wet all night |
| It dries deep red on a off white carpet |
| And a soft light arcs just above arm height |
| All white Vans placed on the floor |
| Pack of Pall Mall lights |
| Bites marks on a half sandwich with no crust |
| Mustard and mayonnaise |
| Lettuce and red cold cuts |
| Moonlight streams through window dust |
| It floats up to the ceiling fan that creaks from rust |
| As it labors to go around |
| Trying to catch that feeling |
| And the paint on his base is peeling |
| And the taste in the air is faint but there |
| Just enough that the rats are nearing |
| Cause where there’s blood there’s feast and famine |
| Makes murder a meal |
| And the cheap wall clock will stop at one shot |
| So he knew it was time to kill |
| Bust one shot if your blood still pumping |
| Bust two shots if you’re really 'bout something |
| Three little pigs and they can’t do nothing for the last time |
| You can’t run you just a body for the pile, body for the pile |
| Body for the pile, body for the pile |
| You just a body for the pile, body for the pile |
| And you should probably take your last breath right about now |
| Office highly decorated |
| Plastic frames around diplomas, all the commendations |
| Accommodating swivel chair where the blue suited sir sits slumped |
| Brains splattered, wall stained, grey matter runs |
| Badge with his name makes blood on the tongue |
| 'Cause it’s pinned to his right cheek |
| Right where the gun must have first flirted |
| Before it was stuck in his mouth |
| Officer *bleep* with his brains blown out |
| Water pitcher with the ice |
| Two glasses one either side |
| Of the desk the lipstick left on one appears to smile wide |
| And the slanted blinds are squinting just enough |
| For the sunrise to zebra stripe the room with light |
| He would have had to shield his eyes |
| But they wide open no motion |
| No, he never flinched |
| Palms flat on the table, didn’t seem to move an inch |
| Fish bowl on the far side of the room |
| Where goldfish swims around |
| Suspicious of the gun that now sits in the bowl with him |
| Bust one shot if your blood still pumping |
| Bust two shots if you’re really 'bout something |
| Three little pigs and they can’t do nothing for the last time |
| You can’t run you just a body for the pile, body for the pile |
| Body for the pile, body for the pile |
| You just a body for the pile, body for the pile |
| And you should probably take your last breath right about now |
| Red and blue light spinning |
| On the corner by the new fried chicken spot |
| Cop car hopped the curb then absurdly hit the hydrant |
| Which wouldn’t stop |
| Spraying water that’s dripping over the face that’s made its way through the |
| windshield |
| And cuttin' bleedin' the people leaving the scene and saying they never seen him |
| Coming but he must have run the light, he never rolled |
| Hand is reaching for the gun but couldn’t get a hold |
| So, it’s sitting limp up on the dash |
| And all the flashing of the cameras is lighting up the noontime cold |
| Overcast broken glass |
| On the concrete the scent of gasoline |
| Hovers over the motor smoke |
| And the single broken bicycle spoke wheel still protruding |
| The medics moving the little twisted body to bag it up |
| Detective notices the traffic camera then calls the station to back it up |
| And somewhere the screams turn into sobs |
| And the sirens mix with the howls of dogs |
| And from the water the rolling fog |
| Scented wet as the breath of God |
| They say in the greyscale city |
| Where the skies are scraped |
| And the days are pretty much shaded |
| You never know the faithful, they walk and they pray |
| And there’s one less lung sucking air today so |
| Bust one shot if your blood still pumping |
| Bust two shots if you’re really 'bout something |
| Three little pigs and they can’t do nothing for the last time |
| You can’t run you just a body for the pile, body for the pile |
| Body for the pile, body for the pile |
| You just a body for the pile, body for the pile |
| And you should probably take your last breath right about now |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Nothing is Safe | 2019 |
| Wriggle | 2021 |
| Face | 2018 |
| Say the Name | 2020 |
| Story 2 | 2014 |
| Enlacing | 2020 |
| Body & Blood | 2014 |
| Run for Your Life ft. La Chat | 2019 |
| Looking Like Meat ft. Ho99o9 | 2020 |
| Work Work ft. Cocc Pistol Cree | 2014 |
| He Dead ft. Ed Balloon | 2019 |
| La Mala Ordina ft. The Rita, Elcamino, Benny the Butcher | 2019 |
| The Show | 2019 |
| Make Them Dead | 2020 |
| All in Your Head ft. Counterfeit Madison, Robyn Hood | 2019 |
| Club Down ft. Sarah Bernat | 2019 |
| Inside Out | 2014 |
| Taking Off | 2014 |
| Story 7 | 2019 |
| Ends | 2014 |