Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Behind These Eyes, artist - Kill the Vultures. Album song Kill the Vultures, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.03.2013
Record label: Self-released
Song language: English
Behind These Eyes |
| Drag, my bones along for the ride |
| I’m anywhere but home, you’re anything but right |
| Gotta roll by hold, my weathered faced to the wind |
| I’ll leave without a trace, but they’ll know where I’ve been |
| Gotta stay slim, run, my youth down into the ground |
| From where did they all come, and where are they all now |
| Gotta somehow keep, my feet marchin' to the drum |
| And lead 'em to the beat, that points us to the sun |
| Gotta get on down, to the best that you can dig |
| See the best of you can leave, and the rest of you can live |
| Oh yes, it’s flesh, to the skeleton and soul |
| My heart already left, it’s in my lover’s hold |
| And I love her so much, I think I might just die |
| And that’s if I don’t bust from looking in her eyes |
| Gotta say I ne-ver thought that you would’ve guessed |
| The ace was up my sleeve, 'cause I work it best |
| Gotta take rest |
| Why you lookin' in my eyes |
| The eyes of a phantom |
| Why you lookin' in my eyes |
| 'Cause now you frozen, you can’t run |
| Yeah, scum of the earth, gathered are we |
| Numb to work we’re manufacturing |
| Assembly line, running so smooth |
| Faster from a war-time economy boost |
| Move spooky like ghosts, who hide in the hookah |
| Taking shapes of smoke, dancing ukulele hulas |
| I knew a friend or two of them who chewed the yucca |
| Playin' jukebox jazz from Duke to blues from Pascagoula |
| Got a screw loose, better keep the noose tight |
| I keep on seeing ghouls roam the night upon moonlight |
| Maybe I’ll go join 'em if the mood is right |
| I’ll bruise my only body just to prove that I might |
| I be gravestone skipping, on a lake so placid |
| Forest fires simmers up to rain so acid |
| Let it come down to drench a wretch like me |
| Clenching my teeth for every lecherous deed I sew |
| Why you lookin' in my eyes |
| The eyes of a phantom |
| I bet ya, I bet ya never |
| Never seen a corpse so handsome |
| Shiftin' through the cold streets, sniffin' with my broke beak |
| Greedy and I need a feast, kill me California please |
| That way I can say I lead a trail to the open sea |
| If your hands dig Indian graves, let them stories speak to me |
| At night, I rest upon breasts that rise with each breath |
| I slide away and stalk the graves to find my name etched |
| Wade through blank pages, interrogates |
| Ask me about my faith and I what I celebrate, hey |
| I got Moro blood, I wear Christian clothes |
| I’ll get in if God laughs at all my stupid jokes |
| I’m not your class-clown, I’m hard all around |
| I’ve seen bullets go through walls and girls get punched out |
| I’m not calling bluffs, I’ll meet you in the bluffs |
| Where skinheads and vampires knuckle up rough |
| Clutch switchin' up on the chrome when you roam |
| Trust no one except you and Ramón |
| Trust no one except you and Alexei |
| Trust no one except you and Steve |
| Trust no one except you and Adam |
| Trust no one except Devon and me |