Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pilot , by - Ed Schrader's Music Beat. Song from the album Party Jail, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 18.05.2014
Record label: Upset The Rhythm
Song language: English
Pilot |
| See the pilot ferrying blood |
| Slash sugar cane stick and grind it down |
| Jackasses validated in papyrus God save kings |
| All the wicker dancing tramps of islands, pious priestess pull your eyelids |
| Candle lit vigil for the gilded siren, God save kings |
| Well I prayed in tune to your crescent moon |
| Now blood is on my chest and a dead man’s boots |
| Cradling the gun, my last of kin, God save kings ho! |
| When I came to the valley I saw your name |
| And I can’t get myself through a night again |
| 'Til I cut 'em down from the lynchers on the horses that you play |
| Hear the drums beckoning the pirate prince, rattle my bones in the widow fields |
| I can see the flags comin' over the hills, God save kings |
| See the pilot ferrying blood |
| Slash sugar cane stick and grind it down |
| Jackasses validated in papyrus God save kings |
| All the wicker dancing tramps of islands, pious priestess pull your eyelids |
| Candle lit vigil for the gilded siren, God save kings |