Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wild West (feat. Sage Francis & Sadistik), artist - Kristoff Krane. Date of issue: 21.05.2012
Song language: English
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. |