Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soliloquy , by - Protest The Hero. Song from the album Palimpsest, in the genre Прогрессив-металRelease date: 18.06.2020
Record label: Protest the Hero
Song language: English
Soliloquy |
| You can reach for your service pistol |
| By the time you get it, I’m betting that this will be |
| Over and done with, leave your badge and your gun |
| You won’t be coming home tonight |
| Because you’re dealing with a man at the end of his rope |
| And I’ll be swinging for the fences on a prayer and a hope |
| There’ll be no celebrations, or banner, libations |
| Just your sad and lonely wife |
| You want the glory |
| Resplendent kill |
| You want the story of the ill-famed blood you spilled |
| 'Cause there’s a Midwest overcoat |
| And it’s begging to be filled |
| And if I’m not caught wearing it, you will |
| You’ll have to do better than that |
| You’ll have to do better than that |
| 'Cause it passed right through the abdomen of this same old lucky cat |
| Yeah, you’ll have to do better than that |
| Fuck it |
| In 1916, at 7 years old, I shot a kid in the mug with a found pistol |
| First taste of the bracelets, first taste of the can |
| Gave him a taste of the grave before his life began |
| And all we know is all that we’ve been told |
| Reformed or refined, as if by design |
| By a prison system that’s all but resigned |
| When the ideal prisoner should spend his life drifting back and forth |
| Back and forth |
| Back and forth |
| Back and forth |
| So swaddle me in a Native blanket |
| You know I can’t stand being cold |
| Leave me out front of the bleeding church |
| To meet the head of the household |
| I sold my soul for a handful of kills and a bankroll |
| I sold my soul |
| Swaddle me in a Native blanket |
| You know I can’t stand being cold |
| Leave me out front of the bleeding church |
| To meet the head of the household |
| I sold my soul |
| You want the glory |
| Resplendent kill |
| You want the story of the ill-famed blood you spilled |
| 'Cause there’s a Midwest overcoat |
| And it’s begging to be filled |
| And if I’m not caught wearing it, you will |
| Drive, just drive |
| Get in the car, just drive away |
| Just drive |
| Get in the car, just drive away |
| You’ll have to do better than that |
| You’ll have to do better than that |
| 'Cause it passed right through the abdomen of this same old lucky cat |
| Yeah, you’ll have to do better than that |
| Oh, you’ll have to do better than that |
| You’ll have to do better than that |
| 'Cause it passed right through the abdomen of this same old lucky cat |
| Yeah, you’ll have to do better than that |
| (Fuck it) |
| Oh no |
| I think I’m bleeding out |
| You take the wheel, so take the wheel |
| Oh no (You'll have to do better) |
| I think I’m bleeding out (You'll have to do better than that) |
| You take the wheel, so take the wheel (You'll have to do better) |
| (You'll have to do better than that) |