Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shreds, artist - Grieves. Date of issue: 23.03.2014
Song language: English
Shreds |
| I don’t believe in cuttin' corners |
| Own it like a scar on the face |
| Stand tall whether taking the gold or in last place |
| Not really the one to give God praise |
| But if you’ve got the gospel, then tell me how it tastes, halleluiah |
| Bitin' on the bullet for strength |
| I’m a long distance runner sucker, I’m in it for length |
| It’s not a matter of whether or not you can play |
| But a scale of if you give a fuck enough to make a statement |
| Lay it down, separate the men from the mice |
| Another body under halogen lights missing it’s life portrait |
| What the hell would make you think that you could judge another person |
| For loving something so much it hurts their stomach, huh? |
| Living by the blood in my neck |
| With a bulls-eye tatted on the back of my head |
| I never spoke it how they want it to be said |
| So they left me for the winter and the wolves |
| Tear me into shreds, rip me into bits |
| Tear another page out, punch me in the ribs |
| I can smell the poison on your lips |
| Whatever it is, I be willin' to bet |
| They wanna get inside my head, tell me how it is |
| Sittin' in a tower with a rifle and a list |
| I can see the razor on your lips |
| Whatever it is, I be willing to bet |
| You shoulda held your breath |
| I don’t believe in sitting down |
| Take it like a knife in the back |
| You burnt out into nothing after striking a match |
| I never been the type to follow the pack |
| So if it’s true, you got the answers, then why the hell you so mad then? |
| Another Holy Ghost-laid script |
| Clipped the wings off of my words and buried the shiv |
| They wanna pick apart the passion in my ribs, I invite them |
| Cause I don’t run away from shit, lay it out |
| Separate the guns and the flowers |
| The minutes that go into all these hours |
| And I bet if you were given a smidgen of just the tip of the iceberg I’ve had |
| to struggle with |
| You wouldn’t act so sour, but maybe not |
| Livin' off the fruit of my stress |
| With a size 12 boot heel steppin' on my chest |
| Didn’t do it how they wanted it to end |
| So they threw me to the winter and the wolves |