Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swansong Meat (feat.FOG), artist - Subtle. Date of issue: 30.01.2014
Song language: English
Swansong Meat (feat.FOG) |
| I suppose, when you wake up |
| And the dream you goes dodo |
| You will find, in your front pocket |
| One of those stubby golf pencils |
| Convincing living |
| That you, yourself is convinced of living |
| Till your kidneys can’t clean the convinced |
| Out of your true blue blood stream |
| And are you not now, professionally hoodwinked |
| An easy street penis throbbing down breezy streets |
| In a b-line like, easy like, bees like, brokedown icecream truck’s leaks |
| Convincing |
| You see, however so slightly permanent |
| These have been things sung that will never be songs |
| Oh (x6) |
| Oh, I suppose |
| Not swansongmeat |
| Mor bit nails spit |
| With strips of skin from chickens' lips |
| Not wet concrete |
| No stolen sleep |
| When the water is sheets and bleeding sheep |
| Hung horrible hymns to a durable beat, and re-recordable grief |
| Oh, I suppose |