Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paul Kersey to Jack Kimball, artist - P.O.S.
Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Paul Kersey to Jack Kimball |
And it’s a cold winter |
Some of us think of this like a Kersey turned to a Kimball |
Or like a .22 turned to a .357 |
Something like that |
And it’s cold when you’re told he’s got a tag on his toe |
Nuh-uh, no Nuh-uh don’t let it go |
Get the call from your mama. |
Tears, drama |
Didn’t go peacefully, so he was murdered in cold |
Blood on the windshield, move like it’s nothing |
See, motherfuckers are tough |
And could give a fuck about |
Nothing ever changes around here |
Stand like an ape, and you swear you’re so sorry |
But didn’t hit the brakes |
You’re a killer |
And I don’t mean it like you mean it, you piece of rat shit |
I hope you burn for this |
And I ain’t talking about fire and brimstone |
Hope your murder weapon crashes into a closed Amoco |
So it’s you all alone as you go |
And it’s real when you peel your fucking face off the wheel |
And I can see my own breath |
(I can see my own breath) |
It gets colder in front of cold shoulders |
See, we don’t throw our hands up like we don’t care anymore |
We throw our hands up like we don’t care anymore |
Cause we don’t |
And how could we? |
Nothing ever goes how it should |
We don’t throw our hands up like we don’t care anymore |
We throw our hands up like we don’t care anymore |
Cause we don’t |
I give it all to the bone |
My people are not alone |
(You are not alone) |
(You are not alone) |
See, we’re cold to the silence |
Bow, violins as we stroll hella silent |
Like seeking asylum, while sneaking inside a box in the closet |
Was locked 'til he got it |
Cocked, then he shot it |
Amazed by the weight and the way |
It made his most famous display |
By all of his favorites, he prayed |
Practiced at saying its name |
Well, okay |
They’re shooting |
Made you look at yourself just to say |
And it’s wrong |
(And it’s wrong) |
What you gonna do when your son’s gone to a better place |
Caught a hot line in the face |
Displace anger, lay your flowers down and stand strong |
And I can see my own breath |
(I can see my own breath) |
It gets colder when thrown the cold shoulder |
And I can see my own breath |
You ever feel like |
(You ever feel like) |
There ain’t nothing left? |
There ain’t nothing left |
There ain’t nothing left |
There ain’t nothing left |
Do you ever feel like there ain’t nothing left? |
(Cause I do.) |
Do you ever feel like there ain’t nothing left? |
See, we don’t throw our hands up like we don’t care anymore |
We throw our hands up like we don’t care anymore |
Cause we don’t |
And how could we? |
Nothing ever goes how it should |
We don’t throw our hands up like we don’t care anymore |
We throw our hands up like we don’t care anymore |
Cause we don’t |
I give it all to the bone |
My people are not alone |
Come on |