Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bottles, artist - Rick WhispersDate of issue: 31.07.2006
Song language: English
Bottles |
| I should’ve listened to the gall and the opinions of y’all |
| Cause listen, y’all is just a bunch of bricks in the wall |
| Holding up my imaginary palace |
| A pinch of salt to the open cuts and I’m deficient with flaws |
| I’m like a winter time grizzly bear |
| Itchin' for a fish or a puppy makin' prints with his paw |
| Or a hungry baby kitten with claws |
| Scratching up the couch wishin' you’d call |
| Stacking up the clouds in a sense just to |
| Climb myself to Abraham’s bosom |
| I blossom like a fire colored rose from the grey but it’s crooked |
| I came and I took it away from the wooden faces to paint it I shouldn’t |
| I should’ve shaken seven shades of Heaven’s grays |
| Before they replicate the Section 8's in twos |
| Giving money to collection plates, confused |
| And then I… and I realize it tastes like tangerine skin |
| Hands on the clock couldn’t hammer me in |
| Pick a side, suicide, homicide |
| Punch deep through your dragon shield |
| Fornicate with your fate and we split a wagon wheel |
| So listen to the rhythm when the trouble comes |
| Slither like a minister, imprison the cumbersome |
| I know that’s simply condescending |
| I’m Prozack sniffling, gender and genre bending |
| And that’s how the bullshit burns |
| Sittin' on the corner and I feel like I’m nothing but a germ |
| I gotta get a bottle of the fire my friend |
| I gotta bet a bottle of the fire my friend |