Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jesus Christ Super Tramp, artist - Rob Sonic. Album song Alice in Thunderdome, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Jesus Christ Super Tramp |
Poor little criminal, timid stockade |
Rib visit, isn’t full, digital age |
Simple Simon diamond dog climb calling case |
You do not pay your taxes put you back on your base |
King’s in the cape, many ate the pork rind |
Like dead feather baked in the lake of pour wine |
Fold what you’re told, hold your golden horse hide |
For when the levee breaks and your make-up war cries |
I’ll walk the line with my socks full of filth |
The tilt-a-whirl, woozy, bluesy box full of films |
That jog with my memoirs to the top of the hill |
And knows what don’t kill me, means the oxygen will |
Flocks bring the pills watch the leaders drive by |
With temporary tags and a bag full of bribes |
Tribes with a tear are in earshots of wife |
Learn to read the meter and Peter piped pie so he rolled on the meece |
And made them cutters into what they sold on the streets |
Every hat, every glove, every scarf, every fleece |
Now we’ve incorporated and get paid off disease cause |
Hey now, there’s no one to save now |
that wait till you lay down |
The same mouths Parade around with their blades out |
Stop when the missile drop, isn’t God straight? |
(Get with their blades out) |
Stop when the missile drop, isn’t God strange? |
Nonstop if you rock, with it octane |
Pole position hop six o’clock train |
Willed em all, give a call, and if not pray |
To leaky nose CEO Ichabod Crane |
Mister spot stain like some Greaser that’s gone |
AWOL they face on degrees and beyond |
Leave home, destroy, Ponyboy bleach it blonde |
We will get at you dog by who Cesar Millan |
Fold down the frame put your face on the bills |
They bellied you up healthy but you paid through the gills |
Argonaut, art is not Jason and Jill |
It’s little Jackie Paper makes your name off your will |
And you can stay at home, get your postpartum med |
And tell the boss you’ll be in by the close part of next |
Tuesday with a goose egg and an old army vet |
Get the pistol bring the hymnals from the postcarded edge cause |
Hey now, there’s no one to save now |
that wait till you lay down |
The same mouths Parade around with their blades out |