Lyrics Brittle Bones Nicky 2 - Rare Americans

Brittle Bones Nicky 2

Welcome friends, hello foes
Thought my story was over, book closed?
Think again, we’re nowhere close
My eyes are open, cheers we toast
I am a motherfucking ghost (He's a ghost)
My heart beat blank, through the ground I sank
I met a driver, his name was Hank
Told me we were on the way
When I asked him where, he said «Can't say»
«He himself to such a fate.»
«I'll drop you off right in front of the gate.»
A roller coaster kind of night
My whole life in plain sight
Saw my mom, held her hand
Couldn’t wait to hug her in the promised land
A Rush of love, flight of doves
I must be trippin', what a drug
Am I going to heaven or hell?
A question I have always asked myself
Brittle Bones Nicky, you were crafty and tricky
It said that you were gold
It said that you were gold
Welcome, welcome Nicky
Welcome to heaven (Welcome to heaven)
Door’s open up, I was ushered in
Hank said «Good luck to ya, kid»
A sign on the door, it read fate
Two arrows pointing to two gates
I’m a hewin, I don’t hate
Got laughed right in my fucking face
Y’know kid, you made many mistakes
Started with the pie to Shifty’s face
Forgive your mates, down your fates
Forgive your sins, and acwis
Mama dowem, without a trace
Was cast away, thrown hell’s gate
This ain’t fair, you delt those cards
You made the most of a terrible start
A voice came back, last from the pact
Spit on my shoes and caught on my back
I guess I belong in hell
It’s got the devil himself
Brittle bones nicky, you’re not crafty or tricky
You’re a son of a bitch, you’re low
Welcome to your new home
Was a fucking zoo, rotting with spew
Caged with Burbrooze, black and blue
I cried «I gotta get out of this place»
I heard a voice
«Only one way!»
It was Ben, it’d been years
Saved him from the three musketeers
Man I was happy to see his face
«I owe you one, I’ll help you out of this maze»
Approach the devil, with venomous graze
Tell him you fucked with the human race
He’d let you out, a ghost of a pawn
To scare the shit out of who you want
Things you’ve done, despicable crimes
The devil might let you into heaven in time
Lines right there, for you to plead
So say a prayer and get on your knees
I gotta get outta this hell
Would you sell your soul to save yourself?
I’m not gonna get pushed around
I’m not going down down down
I’m not going down
Come on in, take a seat
Turned around, only saw his feet
The voice I knew, I just heard
Turned around, was gah he slurred
Surprised, most of them are
I’m with fosa, and em scar
Who knew why shit.
gets old and trike
Tell me why you’re in my sight
I’ll make you a deal, if I can’t close
Banish me to the devalone
Crafty, I’m tricky
Millions of people dig me
Let me go back, my people crack
Ill do you right, grant me a pass
To see my mom, and watch her back
Brittle Bones Nicky, he was crafty and tricky
That son of a bitch was gold
Yeah that son of a bitch was gold
So here I am, not quite a man
But I always got a game plan
I’ll ruffle feathers.
fuck with folks
You know me, I’m a good bloke