Lyrics Wild West (feat. Sage Francis & Sadistik) - Kristoff Krane

Wild West (feat. Sage Francis & Sadistik)

How dare you interrupt the monkey man doing his funny dance.
You ain’t a fucking fan and you ain’t from my fam.
Summer of the son of son of Sam.
Your grandkids are treadmill working.
Modern day Running Man.
You’re from the scum of the land.
You are the sum of a number you will never understand.
«Don't fall for that!
It’s such a scam.»
I bet 100 grand I could touch you…
like «boop!»
Ooooh, reconstruct you.
Undead Kennedys.
Some wed their enemies,
Just for the fashion of it with some blood red accessories.
That will not match your pillbox hat.
Let it be.
Got a magic bullet theory that’ll blow your mind.
Literally.
I’m fin to blow.
Kick in the do', begin to killing.
Each and every single one of the indigo children
must not be taller than this sign here.
If they be any taller, then sign here.
If you need any water it’s right here.
Come get a little from the middlemen in white gear.
We don’t all bleed red.
I’ve seen tar black sludge pouring out the back of a fiend’s head.
Blue blooded American too stuck up with arrogance
to notice the mules fucking the elephants.
True revolution is intelligence.
This ain’t the motherfucking wild, wild west.
My apologies for synthesizing intuition
I swear to God it wasn’t my fault but I’ll still fix it.
I wish no harm upon another like it’s euthanasia
Only in love will we rediscover human nature
I’m feeling sick please somebody please bring me a cup of milk
I want the kind I seen up on the sign while on my way to work
A couple pills will probably do the trick
Ha Dad?.
(Naw) (5x)
Naw, fuck that.
I want a proper breath pulled from my diaphragm
To calm my ancient organs and awake the ancient eye within
Leviathan has been raised from the dead
If you look into your head, it’s evident in the environment
Let the tires spin, eyes roll, burn rubber holes into the o-zone
Clones who never knew their mother
Fighter on demand, supplies is slowly needy weening
Completely shy of any chance to find some peaceful meaning
Now dance you dirty little puppet show
Destiny defined just like the bullet in the gun you hold
Now hit the mark finish what you start
Go to the market get some seeds to plant a garden in your yard
Get off your ass and get a house
Get a bank account, a little baby and a spouse,
Get a job, get a dog, get a bone
Die fast, live slow,
Feel alone.
High class.