Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Used Cars , by - Hail Mary Mallon. Release date: 09.11.2014
Song language: English
Used Cars |
| Used coats, usurped thrones |
| FUBAR crews out New York homes |
| Students of a cruel world mutate room noise |
| Illustrate Man as a food shaped chew toy |
| Dwarf mode, shoes don’t fit |
| Wire cut grumpy, honey moon clothespin |
| Fire bug, tummy bloody, blue-nosed pit |
| I got ninety-nine problems, twenty-two is (oh shit) |
| Yo I never don’t trip, codenamed (oh shit) |
| Cold brains in his bowl, got the game show rigged |
| Oh sugar, the butcher and his readily unsettling |
| Fury are impervious to conventional weaponry |
| Undead Kennedy as heathen’s hammer |
| Stakes through the heart of the teens and campers |
| Who came for the trees and the cheesy banter |
| And they pray to the cross in between your antlers |
| Oh Shit (x4) |
| Used cars, glue loose parts |
| Snake eyes take high noon too far |
| Agent of darkness, arm of a banned surgeon |
| Cellophane miracle, fish in his hand burning |
| Sport coats with dough in both chins |
| Rose colored hand on a lamb with Logan |
| Heavy metal trench on the bench of his home gym |
| With some green tea leaves and leaning like (oh shit) |
| Coyotes in the crows nest, homie (oh shit) |
| Toast petrified rowers on a bloated ghost ship |
| Going rogue, in robes that double as mobile homes |
| Wax in his stash and puzzling coat of arms |
| A Bonaparte overcompensating |
| When you’re not saying nothing like an Amish station |
| Tell God I said hi and to drop some Amens |
| For the nicest MCs at the tapas tasting |
| Used names, chew through chains |
| Reptiles, crock pots, new Kool-Aids |
| Uncool, but sooner haul his mission to the furnace |
| Than casually evolve into the visage of a serpent |
| Left home and acquired a slow twitch |
| From working all night by the light of an old fridge |
| Might be the lone kid that sold you the toll bridge |
| For three grand flat, how’s that for an (oh shit) |
| Mary Mallon get dough shit, smoking (oh shit) |
| Where the No King keepers individually Go Fish |
| House in a tree trunk, steampunk goggles |
| Pink hearts, yellow moons, green junk, waffles |
| Steal out the box, leaving the store open |
| Begging for forgiveness and needing a small role in |
| Competing with all omens for a nifty prize |
| Of a «Number 1» ribbon and a «Kick Me» sign |