Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song MAINT REQD, artist - Sage Francis. Album song Copper Gone, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Strange Famous
Song language: English
MAINT REQD |
MAINT REQD, push through the pain |
What the flame does not consume consumes the flame |
We’re burnin' at both ends, it’s safe to assume |
What doesn’t consume the flame the flame consumes |
MAINT REQD, push through the pain |
What the flame does not consume consumes the flame |
Burnin' at both ends, we’re hoping and praying for rain |
Listen: a lie is just a lie if you believe that they’ll believe it |
Otherwise it’s just some sly legal speak, so we keep our secrets |
I wrap mine up in a silk robe |
They prance around the home like princesses obsessed with kissing every toad |
But ain’t no prince here |
In fact, I had to slay the dragon I was chasing for the warts to disappear |
And dissect the frog, cut through the fog and do my thing |
In the land of the pigs, the butcher is king |
This is two-hundred and sixty pounds of ground meat in a town sound sleep |
Countin' cards while they count sheep |
Now I’m on a sacrificial lam, it’s collapse of the iron lung |
Had to remove the mask and ask what kind of trash am I among? |
Caught in the widow’s web the black spiders spun |
Taking a beating that’s so ancient that it’s basically a tribal drum |
I’m seeing stars and constellations |
Seeing warning signals in the universe’s dashboard they’re all saying |
MAINT REQD, push through the pain |
What the flame does not consume consumes the flame |
We’re burnin' at both ends, it’s safe to assume |
What doesn’t consume the flame the flame consumes |
MAINT REQD, push through the pain |
What the flame does not consume consumes the flame |
We’re burnin' at both ends, we’re hoping and praying for rain |
Paint me like one of your French girls |
Use my neck as a scratch post to rip out every last one of them red curls |
Knit me a sweater with the intestines of attention whores |
I’ve no expectations of the tripe I’ll have to settle for |
Circular logic is foul talk (it's mental sex for sport!) |
Abuse me like customer service (I'll be your tech support!) |
I’m sorry to hear you’re having problems |
It must be difficult. |
Let me see if I can help you like… figure 'em out |
Have you listened to Biz Mark’s «Just a Friend»? |
Have you tried turning me off and back on again? |
If you Make-A-Wish on a foundation and there’s maintenance required |
All I ask is you be careful when you state what you desire |
They set satanists on fire without breaking a sweat |
All that pagan shit is tired, so I’m taking a rest |
I met my date at the pyre. |
She was shorter than I like |
But wore a dress that’s as long as the night. |
Then I saw the light |
MAINT REQD, push through the pain |
What the flame does not consume consumes the flame |
We’re burnin at both ends, it’s safe to assume |
What doesn’t consume the flame the flame consumes |
MAINT REQD, push through the pain |
What the flame does not consume consumes the flame |
Burnin' at both ends, we’re hoping and praying for rain |
Yeah, I’d settle on a bed of rusty nails instead of roses |
'Cause a thorn by any other name and so on and so forth |
And so what? |
I’ve got blood on my mattress |
Got a harem full of knife throwers who use my back for target practice |
I fucks with them butcher-types |
Inherited this cutlery along with the scars, and they all look alike |
Used to write confessions in between the lines |
And wear long sleeves so no one else could read my mind |
Now I exercise my right to bare arms when I write words |
The last polar bear taking a final stand on a melting iceberg |
Where nothing is exclusive or told confidence |
Sex could get abusive but everyone consents |
Anything that’s lucrative gets reduced to checks |
And now you’re wondering where your fair share of the fucking profit is |
Sorry kids, the piggy bank’s depleted |
Got a million dollar smile, but not the pretty face that’s needed |
Procede toward me, doggy. |
I never tapped the bottle or twisted the cap whenever |
they passed the forty |
I’m fat boy disorderly. |
Nothing fun about obesity |
But recently, I toyed with it morbidly |
Cordially invite you to the incredible, mind that bends metal |
No spoon is safe, no fork is too special |
Essentially we all know how the story ends |
How heavily the plot twist depends on a little bit of |
Maintenance, maintenance, maintenance |
My house bitches lololololololololol |