Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beasts of Burden, artist - Kill the Vultures. Album song Kill the Vultures, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Self-released
Song language: English
Beasts of Burden |
Telling stories of a war chief killing with bare hands |
To feed his fam with that boar meat |
Swore he’d never starve, follow the herd |
Keep the blade sharp and aim for the nerve |
I’ll burn the world down to keep you cozy |
Drown in the deep blue, curse the old sea |
Paint my picture on the corner store |
So the crack heads and insects will know what we’re dying for |
Used to make tapes to court my love |
But I broke away 'cause depression hugs me tighter |
Scared to shame the name that brought me life |
That worked late nights to buy me diapers |
I’m a writer that never wrote home |
But I phone when I need money 'cause the work’s gone |
Sell hell to the Devil, hustling charm |
The tat on my arm keeps me at level |
You can pray at the man’s church or fall off the barstool |
Stumble home and stare at your picture |
When they ask you «So what does your son do?» |
Say he mastered cool and works as a drifter |
Beasts of burden, damn them dogs |
Eat my flesh and drink my blood |
Yea, Aqua-boogie on reggae woman with the clean hair |
Took me to the water, cannot say what I seen there |
Held me to the bottom, I floated to the surface |
Did not keep that promise, felt that she hadn’t deserved it |
Died with that, disguised as a mermaid |
Heartache emits the high tide and hurricane |
Gave her one last amphibious wish: |
For me to catch her the prettiest fish |
Soknowing full well that it don’t exist |
I baited with blood from my bony fist |
The scent was enough to make a sinner repent |
Dinner of flesh, a sense of feeling inwardly cleansed from |
Misdeeds committed against friends |
Personal histories revised and resented |
Green eyes, self-defense, platinum blonde |
That’s a trinity that I beheaded |
Beasts of burden, damn them dogs |
Eat my flesh and drink my blood |
The arrow in my prey took twelve years to make |
And tonight it will be burned in return for what I take |
Storm in the heart release poison in the blood |
The blood that I cough up is thicker than mud |
The guts in my stomach were built by my mother |
No father, no brother, no preacher, no other |
Color of my face is from your indifference |
Monster in my grandpa diagnosed malignant |
The body that they buried had my rocks in his warm hand |
Said my final words on the phone in a foreign land |
Rifles kept shooting, every shot made me jump |
The sky was so open it carried him up |
I said the arrow in my prey took my whole life to make |
Didn’t learn from nobody, just filed the blade |
Throw the beast on the fire, smoke get higher |
Been a long time coming, never felt so motherfucking tired |