Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brittle Bones Nicky 2, artist - Rare Americans. Date of issue: 04.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |