Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kidney Thief, artist - P.O.S. Album song Ipecac Neat, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Kidney Thief |
Hey Cecil, I’m bringing back the one-take tiger, simple as that |
I’ve got money on it this time. |
aight |
(Real love) |
I had a feeling that I haven’t felt before and |
That was my reason |
As if I even fucking needed one |
Never felt like a part of the plot |
Been apart from the start |
So separate and so dark |
Sat at home, sat alone writing poems |
You could die, rock or live in my dome |
Like «what the fuck is a phone?» |
Till it rang and I answered it |
Danced, took a chance with it (trust) |
You could bang pots and pans with him |
It was that toss-up |
Rigid and stiff |
You forgot you’re living dangerously |
Live for any bliss |
Cause you trust one, trust two, trust three four |
And you must lose, bruise, cruise, bust free doors |
Cause it ends, say goodbye |
Make amends, maybe cry |
Never that — I keep em guessing where the fuck I’m at |
Cause he called me Coltrane (?) |
Just shaking the old chain |
Wanted to beat his ass to fucking death with an old chain |
I live in the same frame, my brain is on strike |
Could give a shit about warm milk; |
I’m looking to stay |
But I can’t, cause they lead even me to believe that I’d bounce ‘fore they dip |
Skip town, come and see me now |
You should see me now, a machine |
I’m like ten feet tall, and one breath make em all fall down |
I’m a monster, I’m a beast |
I’ma poison the author of Wild in the Streets |
I’m a riot underneath, but… I got thick skin |
You only hear the chaos when I open my teeth |
I get manic |
A pacifist masochist smashing this capitalist wack |
Spreading fast like a cancerous crash |
It’s gigantic |
I won’t have a hand it in, no! |
(Keep a muhfuckin hole in my shoesole) |
You can quote that |
There’s people with broke backs |
And whodats paying like 20 bucks for a mesh hat |
Look around, then look back with a thinly veiled hate |
You’d think it’d be lighter with all of us lifting the world’s weight (uh-huh) |
But it ain’t |
Never felt like a part of the plot |
Been apart from the start |
Cause I’m not one of them |
Ambiguous, anonymous, invisible, posthumous, no |
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh |
I find the ones with the heartbeats |
And I strike back with rhythm |
So come find me now |
I’ll be the one to distrust and discuss |
Waiting to leave you reeling |
And there’s more just like me |
I’m not the voice |
Just one with broken shoulders |
And dare I say that I’m the meanest one |
Let me in, sum the actual fact |
Pull me out, won’t look back |
I won’t sleep |
I stay up past goodbyes and stay-ups |
I got guts like a butcher |
All hung up, no hang-ups |
I’m the pusher, pushing fast |
If you listen, sing it back |
I’m like Jimmy Eat World when the world bit back |
And that’s it |
Dead once (?), so I’ll do it again |
Cause these kids front stage (huh) they call themselves friends |
Sick of the same faces |
Them lames and brass smokes |
Sometimes wanna get drunk and wake up in strange places |
Remain faceless, fucking hate cases |
So many so cracked, so many crooked could use braces |
But I stay patient like I’m tied to a chair |
And the doctor’s in the waiting room pulling my hair |
Like come help me come in from the signature I’m fearing |
I dot I’s, cross T’s and I’m thoroughly scared |
And I panic |
I panic |
I panic |
I panic |
I calm down |
(and I remember the song just goes) |
Cause I’m not one of them |
Ambiguous, anonymous, invisible, posthumous, no |
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh |
I find the ones with the heartbeats |
And I strike back with rhythm |
So come find me now |
I’ll be the one to distrust and discuss |
Waiting to leave you reeling |
And there’s more just like me |
I’m not the force-fed (?) |
Just one with broken shoulders |
This one’s for, uh… |
Baxter |
Ten Grand |
And Matt Davis |
(Real love) |