Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Opulent Soul, artist - Restiform Bodies.
Date of issue: 29.09.2008
Song language: English
Opulent Soul |
I’m staring with the fury of a hurricane |
That could bend your body back like a palm tree |
At the hi def dead end static of house dollars, |
Deflowered I drift aimless on deep, wicked waves of |
Basic cable daytime prison’s my favorite |
My body is a television already famous |
I’m lapping up the up the golden souled celebrity scripture, |
I figure while I’m up I might as well adjust the picture |
I’m a fly boy, cake white teeth like a steak knife |
Looking like a latter-day saint in the right light |
There’s uptown jittery money on the line but I’m too wise |
To look out at the city with news eyes |
This price volatility can’t wear me out |
The cowbell’s ring doesn’t bring me down |
My stacks of loot arrive now by armored car |
No remixed sweet sixteen party show compares, once |
I’ve spoken on the phone and combed my hair |
I ain’t a vampire with his rent controlled |
I don’t eat the rich and test crash the trash soul |
I got ten million dollars on the fastest pony |
I’m a drop it in the basket with my testimony |
Nobody is anybody now |
We’re watching snow as a family |
Truly balanced and bright |
The opulent soul isn’t empty at all |
It’s church voice is daring like there’s no |
Man involved |
Nobody is anybody now |
We’re watching snow as a family |
Truly balanced and bright |
The opulent soul isn’t empty at all |
It’s check book is daring like there’s no |
Man involved |
In my fantasy, I’m always up for early release |
Time and money might have finally found their place |
Why not we can’t afford a minute to talk |
Our water won’t ever boil while we’re watching the pot |
The minute i quit trying I’m a spring the lock |
Then I’ll bookmark the money where the garbage stop |
The preceding was paid programming where |
Anything goes It certainly don’t represent the views of |
Your favorite shows, but let it ring out in your thinking |
Like a tubular bell, then bring the mallet down |
To land a crashing blow to your skull |
And when you’re finished letting cheddar put a cramp in your style |
You leave your worries in the toilet and you fish out a smile |
Retrieve your lotus blossom from the hot impossible heap |
You walk as free as a commercial, what a sense of relief! |
Best believe that the cartoon is lunacy |
And it’s juicy with violence and nudity |
Soon redundant, obscure comedy |
Is more appealing than a woman’s warm womb can be |
Round and round goes the collection plate and |
Ain’t defeat a wicked virus, how it lives to repeat |
No doubt, but |
If it ain’t rough it’s just puppet to me |
It ain’t a real boy that suffers with its guts on the screen |
I got a long list of criticism for my superiors |
That I hoist like a heater from the holster of my hero |
With a dream in mind of meter-less convenient street parking |
I feed a coin to the computer put my head down keep walking |
This price volatility can’t wear me out |
The cowbell’s ring doesn’t bring me down |
My stacks of loot arrive now by armored car |
No remixed sweet sixteen party show compares, once |
I’ve spoken on the phone and combed my hair |
My live flesh is impatient like a |
Ballet of rapists |
I’m a silent decoy of |
Sweet sensation |
I chase my orders up and down a vacant hallway |
There’s a vapor there my body won’t tolerate |
There’s a rat up a tree too high for me to trap it |
I reach into the belly of the beast for beauty assets |
With sculpted, younger looking faces abundant |
Love is too much the stuff of a comedy puppet |
Word is junk bond |
They cake the gunk on |
Rather than looking lady like |
I takes the dump on their |
Marble playthings and platinum haircuts |
Knock myself out before I gas the air duct |
With every dirty stone washed flag I fold |
Cash registers pain in my sidewalk soul |
I just sprang the lock on my daddy’s old strong box |
Found only the key and I don’t know where the song stops |
The stars are my government |
Smooth how i rub it in |
I’m pissed and I’m loving it |
Don’t see where the trouble is |
When Ty says move that bus |
It just cleans my ducts, What kind of miracle |
Will make over make of my luck |
I’m judge, jury and executioner to a hoax and |
I find the yuppie guilty, she butchered a dirty joke |
I’m a duck out for a cigarette while sentence is pronounced |
One cruel lash at a time my crime is coming out |
I’m feelin' statuesque as a tough new law |
My fake justice hard enough to break your teeth on |
I’m milk shake soft you could suck ME through a straw |
You could choke on your broke teeth and forget what you saw |
If the mall is gonna melt, it’ll smoke us out |
The cross cannibal crowd can’t protect itself |
I’m in the house of fractions before twinkling Oakland |
Hand fucking myself into the great wide open |
Nobody is anybody now |
We’re watching snow as a family |
Truly balanced and bright |
The opulent soul isn’t empty at all |
It’s church voice is daring like there’s no |
Man involved |
Nobody is anybody now |
We’re watching snow as a family |
Truly balanced and bright |
The opulent soul isn’t empty at all |
It’s check book is daring like there’s no |
Man involved |