Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Parade Of The Dead, artist - Hilltop Hoods. Album song State Of The Art, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hilltop Hoods
Song language: English
Parade Of The Dead |
Quarter to midnight, a scene of slaughter, I’m in flight |
Red running water getting caught in the rip tide |
Cars out of order, man I thought I could hitchhike |
Sporting a chainsaw for I’m avoiding a fist fight |
The evacuation went ahead |
But bullet fire caressed my head, I was left for dead |
Awoke in hell and knowing well the Feds had fled |
Before the sun set in red |
The witching hour that approaches has a host of |
Seven plagues, packs of locusts, rats and roaches |
Fat and bloated corpses lacking focus |
Trapped in the throws of attacking that that’s closest |
Legs aching from the pace that I’m running at |
Death chasing, ain’t safe till the sun is back |
Escaping the cityscape like a lumberjack |
My wake’s the only way I’m coming back |
The city outer limits, found a house in thickets |
Heard a shout and a shot rang out to witness |
The foulest dead, disembowelled with gizzards |
Their rival is his final hour or minutes |
Numb with fear, holding gun to ear |
He said «Run, it’s clear till the sun appears |
Tell my son his dear loving mum is near |
See you in hell man, I’m done with here» |
They built my city on top of a grave |
Now the dead roam the street like a rotting parade |
They poured gasoline on top of a lake |
And then they set it on fire so nobody escaped |
They built my city on top of a grave |
Now the dead roam the street like a rotting parade |
Quarantined and forgotten for days |
These are the stories of those who have gotten away |
I thought I might |
Drown in sweat when I heard the sound effects |
Of fingernails running down my fence |
Was it rioters, rats or malcontents? |
I pulled my blinds back a crack like Malcolm X |
The scene was sirens, violence, car alarms |
My neighbour waving from his yard with half an arm |
Vietnam in the suburbs, the walking dead |
«Burning Down the House» like Talking Heads |
A city on fire, not a city of god |
A city that hides from a hideous mob |
The zombie flicks, man I’ve seen 'em a lot |
Enough to know when it’s time to get the fuck out of dodge |
Uh, only packed the necessities |
Toothbrush, porno, souped-up weaponry |
And just for the fun of it, I stole my neighbour’s Hummer |
Put spikes out the side and tied a chainsaw to the front of it |
I cut up heads and shoulders, knees and toes |
Knees and toes, knees and toes |
I cut up heads and shoulders, knees and toes |
Knees and toes, knees and toes |
They built my city on top of a grave |
Now the dead roam the street like a rotting parade |
They poured gasoline on top of a lake |
And then they set it on fire so nobody escaped |
They built my city on top of a grave |
Now the dead roam the street like a rotting parade |
Quarantined and forgotten for days |
These are the stories of those who have gotten away |
«Runnin' mad wild 'cause death was my style» |
«Keep your eyes open» «They looking for the killer» |
«Runnin' mad wild» |
«They looking for the killer» |
«Don't be scared» «You know I did it» |
«Runnin' mad wild 'cause death was my style» |