Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Knievel, artist - Hail Mary Mallon. Date of issue: 02.05.2011
Song language: English
Knievel |
| I barely, walk with the living |
| Cough, hiss, and glisten |
| Mosh pit across drawbridges in all positions |
| Off kilter pissin' colors you could augment your suspicions with |
| If penciled in his office hours: mini-bar to pillow mint |
| Minotaur, stacking apple boxes up to badger from |
| Crack or midi daggers through the mac truck of Mackie hum |
| Back and brought a Patty Hearst |
| As Arkanoid machines are being actively re-championed across the |
| laundromat-iverse |
| (Assinate 'em), actually that’s not how his powers work |
| When every bit of fledgling gift is cherry picked and counter cursed |
| Voted most likely to be snowed-in at a desolate hotel writing a novel |
| Shining up his finest gospel |
| Dorf on rap, got the wrong the transistor to cut |
| Caught in a cage like a stitch in a lung |
| I surface later, dirty version of Da Vinci undone |
| Beneath a little pinch of what these london bridges become, run! |
| Any time any place ready made easy |
| Bad moon born at the corner of breaks, bleeding |
| Feeding off the fumes of the human remains, freaky |
| Stay shoot stay proof stay doomsday, sleepy |
| Mallon got hustle hustle they got |
| Enough to cause trouble for a couple of blocks |
| No matter what the draw whether balling or not |
| Stunts |
| call them nothing but they call them a lot |
| Over coat open so you can see stolen gold |
| Necklaces olive green fava beans rolling stones |
| Row a boat rock it not pocket watch broken home |
| Wallet out polish proud prophecies totem pole |
| Ten to one in here musketeers kitchen knife |
| Reservoir doggy ear’d get the car tip him twice, tip him twice |
| Thank u much tankards up kiss the wife |
| Let bygones be bygones and let time bombs set to minute rice |
| Best buy worst wear Tommy knocking hockey puck |
| Iced out spilled milk chilling kill the body does |
| Daisy chain electric chair seven pair of Johnny pumps |
| Aiming at your firewire timing my Malachi crunch |
| Pick a penny flip it off Gowanus bridge |
| Wax and wane half insane this explains your politics |
| Wagon train roll them out chariots of smog inhaled |
| When two to tango turns to six carrying your coffin rails |
| I got the ready aim, headache of a suicide face-card |
| Heartache of the same, and raise roofs made of radar |
| Ate food pay tuesday, I’m goose eggs monday |
| Crusade fuel gauge gutsy, loose change, Rust-o |
| Sippy cup of Kool-aid on the little bus |
| Dashboard hula girl and crash course in kicking dust |
| Here is where the warships nip and tuck, gorgeous |
| And roast marshmallows on forceps over corpses |
| I got the sort of skill to board your lil zeppelin filled with heroin |
| Warn the fort, horses sport aces over pair of kings |
| Threat level elevate celebrate the terrorists |
| Pistol whip the princess visit neon Leon Theremin |
| Air is thin might need a tank or canon, copy? |
| To make it up the mountain top, set up shop and plant the poppy |
| Seed spread sowed, open for patch of water |
| Now lets hear it for the boys who put the laughter back in slaughter |