Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Breadcrumbs , by - Deca. Release date: 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 |