Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Topsoil, artist - Kill the Vultures. Date of issue: 22.10.2015
Song language: English
Topsoil |
| Clawed my way back up to the topsoil |
| Got coiled up to the point it made the pot boil |
| Not loyal to the- not committed to those |
| Unfaithful, unstable hitting new lows |
| A few blows below the belt |
| One right between the night-goggles |
| I could give a hot piss to fill an empty Sprite bottle |
| If they even notice the bottom of the boat is |
| Corroded with holes and the captain’s fully loaded |
| Hold it so close that it cannot breathe right |
| Seems like the Devil only dances under street lights |
| From these heights the city looks like constellations |
| But the stars are falling faster than the camera man can make ‘em |
| Kiss the pavement, carve a couple names in |
| Stomp out your cigarette and notice the arrangement |
| Tell the complacent blank pages we should trade places |
| Now will they make changes or remain nameless? |
| We stain the glass, the clothes, the curb, the paint |
| We don’t deserve to turn the page, earn your weight |
| And if you don’t, you can’t carry it |
| But who’s gon' be the one to pull your casket in the chariot |
| Tying up some loose ends, high strung and too thin |
| The rope that I’m climbing starts looking like a noose, friend |
| Who’s them always whispering and pointing fingers |
| Avoid the paranoid, fill the void, let the voices linger |
| Now what they singing, what they singing from the other side? |
| Sounds like they warning me, the beast gon' bring a rougher ride |
| Shackles ‘round the wrists, dogs and a cage waiting |
| Stay patient, demons disappear when the day’s breakin' |
| Now this crime ain’t feeling right, boss |
| Looked better with the lights off |
| Seeing blurry and my mind’s lost |
| White cross burning in the sky on the night watch |
| You play the darkness, I’m gonna play the light |
| Never met a constellation that was so afraid of heights |
| Name your price, everything is up for grabs |
| They used to wanna touch the cross |
| Now they wanna touch the cash |
| Forgive me father, I just take in what the city offers |
| Many authors died once they tried to touch your pretty coffers |
| Is that really copper? |
| I scoff at penny droppers |
| But if it lands heads-up I’m feelin' pretty proper |
| Ain’t no telling what I’ll do to make those ends meet |
| And if I’m short, ain’t no telling what you’ll lend me |
| At your weakest moment what would you compromise? |
| I’d tell you take a minute think it over if I wanted lies |
| On the rise, what could possibly go wrong? |
| The emperor’s a cover up and he ain’t got no clothes on |
| If I gotta go I wanna go to a slow song, just to keep it prolonged |
| So on and so on |
| Now what they singing, what they singing from the other side |
| Sounds like they warning me, the beast gon' bring a rougher ride |
| Shackles ‘round the wrists, dogs and a cage waiting |
| Stay patient, demons disappear when the day’s breakin |
| Now this crime ain’t feeling right, boss |
| Looked better with the lights off |
| Seeing blurry and my mind’s lost |
| White cross burning in the sky on the night watch |