Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Resourcenter, artist - Kristoff Krane. Album song Hunting for Father, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.05.2010
Record label: Crushkill
Song language: English
Resourcenter |
I know where to go to find green grass to lay in |
I know where to go to find a book or some gum |
I know where to go to find music to the ears |
And I know where to go to find a gun or some drugs |
I know where to go to find a hug and some help |
I know where to go to find to find shelter and food |
I know where to go to find to find God and some don’t |
So Imma go and find the homeless man some shoes |
I know where to go to find to find work to make money |
And I know where to go to find a friend with advice |
I know where to go to find a doctor in power |
And I know where to go to find to find silence at night |
Resource center, oh where art thou door? |
So many exit signs and so little time to waste |
Resource center, oh where art thou door? |
It’s December and July’s at stake |
I can go to the river and find the man throwin bait |
I can go to the pub and watch pull tabs stack |
I can drive down the high way and read while I drive |
Whether a map, billboards or the space between the lines |
I can help with the garden, I can go get a job |
I can dream of an island where we all get along |
I can bitch, I can moan, I can strip it all clean |
Cash it in at the junkyard or throw it down stream |
I can fill up my tank, I can do something nice |
I can put it in the bank and I can ruin someone’s life |
I’ll invest in my head and cash out with my gut |
Take a couple steps back and look forward to what? |
I said |
Resource center, oh where art thou door? |
So many exit signs and so little time to waste |
Resource center, oh where art thou door? |
It’s September, April, a day full straight to the cop shop |
To make a complaint |
My neighbor’s gone crazy and the baby’s awake |
The other one mows the lawn as if nothing’s wrong |
While the garbage man sifts through the recycling crate |
We got cardboard, monitors, wires and more |
A brand new typewriter and a box full of porn |
I got an apple in my mouth and a snake in my hand |
I can take a deep breath or just break my way in, I said |
Resource center, oh where art thou door? |
So many exit signs and so little time to waste |
Resource center, oh where art thou door? |
It’s the lunar eclipse and the moon looks fake |
The earth spins round a ball of fire in the sky |
While my day slowly fades into a road to my death |
I pack my bags that hang like bats from my eyes |
Say a prayer for myself and wish the rest of the world my best |
Resource center, oh where art thou door? |
So many exit signs and so little time to waste |
Resource center, oh where art thou door? |
I got the key to life so I guess that I’m okay |
I say, Resource center, oh where art thou, door? |
I got the key to life so I guess I’m okay |