Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let 'Em Come, artist - Scroobius Pip. Album song Let Em Come - EP, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 10.09.2011
Record label: Speech Development
Song language: English
Let 'Em Come |
| When it’s cold, we bite the top of our zips |
| Pull it up with our teeth 'til it covers our lips |
| Then exhale; |
| central heating for the weather beaten |
| No feet are beating, this street in to stand by us like Wil Wheaton |
| Walking these streets with that distant stare |
| No one likes us but we don’t care |
| Maybe our kind don’t fit round here |
| Our minds find conflict round here |
| See we choose to cruise a route that ain’t paved with gold |
| So our shoes don’t slip they stick and grip this road |
| Our tools are ink slicks that we engrave and mould |
| For an end goal you maybe can’t spend or fold |
| We won’t settle for unsought careers |
| Or forty years of salty tears |
| Like a battered up mix-tape with a long faded label |
| When I’m old and decaying I’ll be decaying and able |
| If the bad times are coming, let 'em come |
| Let the death drum break the slump |
| Before the once young braves succumb |
| The fickle flicker of desire expires |
| If the bad times are coming let 'em come, let 'em come |
| I see so many kids that love being writers more than they love writing |
| Bad times coming |
| Bash up a castle |
| I know the zoo keeper |
| Line em up |
| Lions on em |
| I haven’t slept yet |
| Ever, crust |
| Kickin up dust |
| Leave em sickin up rust colour |
| Let it come |
| Let em run |
| Let me laugh at it |
| Smash like it’s rampage |
| Live it up |
| Grasp at it |
| No pill for the whirlwind coming |
| Let it come |
| Spin with the rush no fun till the times up |
| Run against the flood |
| All stroke no float |
| For the hope for the coast pump blood |
| Stump fuckers on the daily |
| Dump lungs |
| Volume is up |
| Watch em hush for the lump sum |
| But not around here |
| Around here we steer clear |
| Of holding our tongues to stack funds |
| When bad times come it’s like some old news |
| New shit |
| Choose yours |
| New whip or brick? |
| Thank you |
| If the bad times are coming, let 'em come |
| Let the death drum break the slump |
| Before the once young braves succumb |
| The fickle flicker of desire expires |
| If the bad times are coming let 'em come, let 'em come |
| Quality home life, living a lie now |
| Take it to the road certain women would lie down |
| Haunting images I witnessed in my town |
| Are floating through the night with a knife and a white gown |
| Gotta dig a bigger hole |
| But I can never climb out, just burrow and burrow |
| Or stand on the high ground while pulling the sky down |
| Wait for the high tide and try not to drown |
| You’re waiting another day with eyebrows furrowed |
| Just say what you gotta say… like right now, fucko |
| Or pipe down bucko, I’m doubting what many say |
| «Why do you think they call it a burrowing owl anyway?» |
| Feed the lion despite what the sign says |
| Act defiant and impolite to my friends |
| While making side bets in a risky gamble |
| Save the wild sex for the filthy animals |
| I switch the channel if the nature turns mechanical |
| Become detached like your snake mandibles |
| The slack jawed yokel is practising his cat calls |
| It’s got the lab rats bounding off the padded walls |
| If the bad times are coming, let 'em come |
| Let the death drum break the slump |
| Before the once young braves succumb |
| The fickle flicker of desire expires |
| If the bad times are coming let 'em come, let 'em come |