Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breadcrumbs, artist - Deca.
Date of issue: 22.09.2013
Song language: English
Breadcrumbs |
Things are far more serious then I suspect you’ve been told |
People are dying up here |
And that isn’t the end |
Well how did all this happen? |
We have been completely cut off from Earth |
Any chance of restoring contact? |
Very little sir, We’ve lost all direct communication |
I gave em two sixteens in a lucid dream |
With the muses playing theme music on a super string |
Watch me do my thing when the hypodermic stings |
I could intervene by turning Mr. Hyde to Mr. Clean |
From lean mean dope sick fiend to pristine |
Stick to piff and nicotine, quit menacing the scene get medicine from clinics |
Say your penance when its finished then its Venice in a vintage rented tinted |
limousine |
Big things, big screens with big brother’s ugly mug |
Selling us a pyramid scheme like a fucking drug |
And love died with the troubadours, now its all ego driven |
We’re fetal position with the needle dripping |
A foul ecosystem, keep on living, be persistent |
In a prison where heaven and hell are equidistant |
Give 'em two sets Marie Antoinette necks |
Stakes is High’s in the cassette deck take it back |
Everything’s sunny, everything’s lovely, put me on a pedestal, hold no one |
above me |
Everything’s pleasant and good, eating breadcrumbs like the little peasant that |
could |
Fuel for the furnace combust, learn to adjust, you view the world on the |
surface with a certain disgust |
But everything’s sunny everything’s lovely, put me on a pedestal, |
hold no one above me |
Catch a stone cast at your dome by a |
Self righteous sinner that would send Gestapo to tap your phone |
I got the blues, got a lot to lose, got the news so-and-so passed |
Check the database for slideshows and photographs |
You grow detached from your chosen path lose control and crash on a overpass |
Motionless focused inward, with loved ones |
Howling like a thousand Ginsberg’s with pinched nerves |
Robert Johnson gave me his guitar pick |
I can play super strings and rap about my hardships |
You could lie through your teeth and spoon feed em arsenic |
Who could stoop the lowest who could fall the farthest |
It began when we took an apple off a tree limb, sweet sin |
Sustenance to sink teeth in |
Took a risk and got 86'd for high treason |
The pivotal moment simple components defy reason |
Everything’s sunny, everything’s lovely, put me on a pedestal, hold no one |
above me |
Everything’s pleasant and good, eating breadcrumbs like the little peasant that |
could |
Starvation, humiliation, despair, frustration |
Every god damn thing |
For all your ills I give |
You laughter |