Lyrics random butter - Orso

random butter

I’m stuck in a room
Your stare won’t flatter
I’m easily amused
It doesn’t matter
Out growing your old friends soon
I’m pulling through, I’m pulling through
Strike me on the jaw, jumbo eggs crack
Lay your head sideways, lay your head sideways
Place your head around my neck
And hope for blackening sky
Bootleggers pork and beans
Floods flooding rubber boots
Like dennis hoppers dreams
The feathers fly from cock fights
By the spice factory door
It smells like a hot curry
And christmas tamales are tied with a yellow string
And the smell reminds me of, the smell reminds me of
The markets full of cages with chickens and ducks
The barrels of eels they are flooded out at twelve inches
Those glasses they are to big for my head
And someone elses boots, they are hurting my feet
The salt and pepper head said
My lopsided chin beard it grows by itself
The collard, kale and swisschard are grown to feed
Swollen river prison camps
Hand made grave marks the spot where you lay
And three brown teeth are left in your head
Tracks do divide, tracks do divide, tracks…