Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Low Light Low Life, artist - P.O.S. Date of issue: 02.02.2009
Song language: English
Low Light Low Life |
| Sims: |
| Barrel full of powder ship full of tea/ |
| Closer by the hour bringing sick to the seas/ |
| Bellies full of barter thick with the thieve/ |
| Once they hit the harbor its a wick on the breeze/ |
| There goes another one right out from under em/ |
| Different sea shore same thirty stores/ |
| There goes another one right out from under em/ |
| Worldwide mining town steal it up sell it down/ |
| Not too long ago mom and pop owned the shop/ |
| Prognosis progress the Dow owns the block/ |
| Here to sell em salvation or elevation sort of signal disorder its celebration |
| Florida/ |
| They got the medicine to fix your mood |
| til you learn to mind your place and eat that Sysco food/ |
| Crave the arrogance the rich folks ooze/ |
| Take life waste life just to get those jewels. |
| Thats right |
| All: |
| Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/ low life/ low light/ recite that untold/ |
| Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour |
| Cecil Otter: |
| It will be arrow after arrow after bullet after sunflower |
| All: |
| Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/ low life/ low light/ recite that untold/ |
| Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour |
| Cecil Otter: |
| It will be barrel after barrel after barrel of that gunpowder |
| Dessa: |
| It seems like weve fallen out of favor/ the era ended on us/ |
| Now the moneys just paper/ the houses all haunted/ |
| We had a hell of a run before it caught up/ |
| For all the corners cut/ we got an avalanche of sawdust/ |
| Life of the party/ were the death of the novel/ |
| The glass is half empty/ so pass the next bottle/ |
| Its the flight of the salesman/ death of the bumblebee/ |
| Nothing left for the/ attorneys and the tumbleweeds/ |
| They say that Gods on the right/ so goes the rhetoric/ |
| But I think that cross is a kite/ that left a skeleton/ |
| And I think that Russel was right/ but thats irrelevant friend/ |
| For all I know therell be nothing left to defend tomorrow/ |
| Sugar in the gas tank/ nothing in the cash box/ |
| Thought that we were sick/ lookin like its smallpox/ |
| The bullets are still on the shelves/ |
| But when the armory empties/ were melting down the bells/ |
| All: |
| Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/ low life/ low light/ recite that untold/ |
| Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour |
| Cecil Otter: |
| It will be arrow after arrow after bullet after sunflower |
| All: |
| Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/ low life/ low light/ recite that untold/ |
| Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour |
| Cecil Otter: |
| It will be barrel after barrel after barrel of that gunpowder |
| P.O.S. |
| Its the end of Law and Order/ Dick Wolf/ aware in America/ |
| Rockin a cheap sheep suit/ pulled wool/ weave through/ |
| But stay on course/ till pulled over by that pulled pork/ |
| Cops/ keeping the piece/ cocked/ |
| Catch and release like a sportsman/ |
| See em in/ on the court then/ piss poor payin them a portion/ |
| Ha/ funny how they distort/ extortion/ never better/ POS |
| Dance to the rhetoric/ lean to the left they call me terrorish/ |
| Rock with it/ dance fever got em peepin out the prints on the floor/ |
| True believers keep they eyes on the horizons/ |
| Catch me sizing up the silent/ check the crooked grind/ |
| Watch me 50/50 / deep the balance between the coping/ |
| And the feeble mind/ I hope the broken folk rewind/ |
| Nothing left for token jokers here/ skate off/ were doing fine/ |
| All: |
| Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/ low life/ low light/ recite that untold/ |
| Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour |
| Cecil Otter: |
| It will be arrow after arrow after bullet after sunflower |
| All: |
| Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/ low life/ low light/ recite that untold/ |
| Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour |
| Cecil Otter: |
| It will be barrel after barrel after barrel of that gunpowder |