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