Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God's Jewelry, artist - Kill the Vultures. Date of issue: 22.10.2015
Song language: English
God's Jewelry |
| Pull the stones out your pockets |
| Slide your money ‘cross the table |
| What you doing dancing with cement shoes |
| You’re bound to lose |
| Found a fuse so i lit it |
| Then i hid it |
| Then i wondered why i did it |
| What have i committed |
| Feeling parasitic |
| Bear witness to a perfect crime |
| Criminal the prime time |
| I’m blind, blind side |
| My, my the time flies |
| Wise eyes would never look twice into the paradise |
| You did it once it spared your life |
| Don’t try again, it’s theirs tonight |
| Damn i’m getting old |
| There’s creaking in my bones |
| I feel the frozen air leaking in my home |
| Feed the coals |
| Felt the soles of my feet |
| Walk on graveyards and souls in the street |
| It’s just gon' repeat |
| It’s just gon' repeat |
| Rob me of what’s mine, sell it on a bus line |
| Sew my thick lips closed and tell me it’s just fine |
| Thumbs up, dumbstruck, hit me with the raw deal uncut |
| All night and can’t tell the sun’s up |
| Two ton truck walks into a bar, orders a gallon of gas |
| A rag, a match, a spark |
| It’s too dark these days, wouldn’t you agree? |
| Soon you’ll see us light the sky up, like god’s jewelry |
| Bang, bang, bang |
| That’s the sound of the chain gang |
| Sound of the same pains suffered just to maintain |
| Preach the sermon |
| Teach peace and speak with purpose |
| But behind the curtains you speak cheap |
| And sleep with servants |
| Secret service, it’s better that you didn’t know |
| The kisses blown fell short and wound up on the kitchen floor |
| Vision slow, mugging hazy individuals |
| All eyes on me, they should be out there skipping stones |
| Listen close, I promised you a pulse |
| D to the O to the A is the result |
| You wanna shock me then turn up the volts |
| Don’t try to give me the ghost, it’s clear you need it the most |
| Let’s see what fate has to offer, roll the dice |
| Don’t give a drowning man a glass of water |
| Pass the coffers |
| Now fill ‘em with the ashes of propaganda’s authors |
| The newsprint imposters, witch doctors |
| The empty rhetoric bottom-feeder sediment believers |
| Playing broken trumpets just to be heard |
| Bang, bang, bang, that’s the same thing playing |
| Let the broken record skip just to maintain-tain |
| It’s too dark these days, wouldn’t you agree? |
| Soon you’ll see us light the sky up, like god’s jewelry |