Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Opulent Soul , by - Restiform Bodies. Release date: 29.09.2008
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Opulent Soul , by - Restiform Bodies. 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 |
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