Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thrupenny Bits, artist - Colossus.
Date of issue: 09.07.2020
Song language: English
Thrupenny Bits |
Ain’t a problem that the love can’t fix |
Though I’m down to my thripney bits I must admit that |
Less is more, more is less |
In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh |
This is how we knead dough, how we make bread |
Word edible, many may eat what I said |
Treat what I said like it’s some deep shit |
Straight from the abyss, my French kiss |
Smack my rooney, black butter moon is |
Which past the moon the gunga peas cooked up |
Hooked up with soul but no sound for clearance |
Bastard, got no home and no parents |
Just be just, just just about just me |
That’s why none of you here could ever trust me |
Got the need to secure my future |
Beautiful dudeness, salute my yutes for |
Them type of scroll a heart reflection |
love vivisection |
I dedicate this to all the peeps who keep the culture |
You my sculpture! |
Ain’t a problem that the love can’t fix |
Though I’m down to my thripney bits I must admit that |
Less is more, more is less |
In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh |
Ain’t a problem that the love can’t fix |
Though I’m down to my thripney bits I must admit that |
Less is more, more is less |
In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh |
Lived for more than a thousand days straight |
Twisted, looking inside my self-hate |
The more I study, the less I know |
And my hippie mind tells me to go with the flow |
So whatchasayin' brother brother |
Whatchasayin' mother mother |
Whatchasayin' sister sister |
Love to love and oh daddy |
We can’t forget your part, in many cases |
We may regret your part |
And it’s harsh, the life lesson that the schools don’t teach |
For whom the heart beats to reach out to love |
Sacred feeling, I keep the guts love |
Brenda, she’s pregnant? |
Yes mama |
Triple blackness? |
Whoa, smells like death |
Triple blackness? |
Whoa, smells like life |
Close to paradise where the gods were near |
Those that don’t hear will definitely feel |
Real deal, keeping it meal, keeping it glutton |
Everything is everything, nothing ain’t nothing |
Ain’t a problem that the love can’t fix |
Though I’m down to my thripney bits I must admit that |
Less is more, more is less |
In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh |
Ain’t a problem that the love can’t fix |
Though I’m down to my thripney bits I must admit that |
Less is more, more is less |
In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh |