Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rusted Ghosts, artist - Soul Khan.
Date of issue: 02.10.2018
Song language: English
Rusted Ghosts |
I remember my mother pleading |
telling me that this meeting with a needle wasn’t needed |
it would leave me «a disease |
if they didn’t just sterilize it |
the hiv or the hepatitis» |
your generation is biased |
you’ll see it when it’s completed |
she’s saying she didn’t have to |
i’m saying it’s just a tattoo |
on my skin, but she made the kid that the skin’s attached to |
«but what if they won’t have you in a jewish grave?» |
well you can take them foolish ways and bury me beneath a buddha statue |
i was surprised to find some friends were opposed |
«like what about when you get wrinkled into stretches and folds?» |
but if i never take a step i could regret when i’m old |
then my regrets’ll be the only thing that i’ll ever hold |
so i slid in the chair, palms clutching the arms of it |
my whole body was probably limp as a sock puppet |
used to fear the pain, now it’s one of my favorite parts of it |
'cause there ain’t nothing more beautiful than the scar from it |
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some hear the voices |
inside of their head |
but i had mine |
inscribed in my flesh |
they realign me when i am depressed |
at least i know what they’ll read when i’m dead |
open and close, |
let it flow through your nose, |
or your little lungs might forget how to breathe |
those rusted ghosts |
made a home on your shoulders |
and you can trust that they’ll never leave |
«and the just man rages |
in the wilds where lions roam» |
the first tat on my right rib, from the flyest poem |
of william blake, when i was still afraid i’d die alone |
and i was getting wasted every day like styrofoam |
left arm’s john henry, hammer in hand |
a tribute to the indisputable impact of a man |
and that the united states is a graveyard of slaves |
but only some of us are eating off the fat of the land |
my right arm’s the grasshopper |
from the fable of aesop |
that sang songs while the ants labored and saved stock |
of food for the winter, too cool to consider |
he steadily succumbed to starvation as they watched |
that colony of ants was responsible, right? |
but they ain’t ever sang a motherfucking song in their life |
and those are just a couple of the tats that i got |
I’ll holler at you when I"m back from the shop |
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