Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Red List, artist - Hail Mary Mallon.
Date of issue: 09.11.2014
Song language: English
The Red List |
Bleak readout |
Leave me out |
Speak freely then be out, be out, be out |
Be out, be out, be out |
Be out, be out, be out |
We been at odds with our sins |
We seen 'em crawl from the deep |
We went too far, then we came back |
And now we’re falling asleep |
It’s been a shadowy war |
It’s been a horrible year |
It’s been the corner of adored |
And feared in fourth gear |
Part bear part… |
…barely there in rare heirlooms |
Eyes like the size of an urn in a smurf’s spare room |
First dig it’s weapons and low fives |
And the rest get to sweat and peck at their own eyes |
Pass out… |
…Hash browns over home fries |
All spinning bowties and hideous bone piles |
Close to the cloak and joke with a broke style |
No smile hotel robe in the bulk aisle |
Hail Mary on a hell-bound round-trip |
Clack horns with various rebel outfits |
Marginal charisma lived over brownies |
Lived over Jewson’s with the reubens and the house thieves |
We been a mouthful of beer |
We been a down on our luck |
We been an out on our ear |
In theory louder than fuck |
It’s been a hole in the head |
It’s been a series of gaffes |
It’s been a missionary meddling |
In mysterious craft |
And three the hard way |
March into harm’s way, so what? |
Hem and haw getting all «our day will come» |
With barmaids that cuss and come from the rough side |
Where they shrug at the fuzz and bust like a cup size |
Just die |
Punks run from the unkind bloodline |
Sock full of drugs on the one nine, dumb high |
The moonshine runners with their buckets full of mudslides |
Ten erratic moods that commune around a plus sign |
Vulnerable species, life on the red list |
Poached in the city now he hides in the wetlands |
Monologue on a cross doing headstands |
From the coast where the goats grow up with a deadpan |
My DJ is Whiz, when he plays he wins, he go |