Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Waterlines, artist - WHY?.
Date of issue: 04.10.2012
Song language: English
Waterlines |
I’m something unheard and bound under harbor sound |
But my words are heard loud when I’m on the mound |
And with the vocal duress of a lone thrush in a bush |
That’s a quote from a book of my local press push |
The doctor of ramble and word scramble |
From the land of proctor and gamble and cop scandals |
Rocking soccer socks in sandals like yeah bro |
Talking crude a tad too verbose and way too close |
I’m colder than most |
Older than the youth |
Always under oath |
And sober in the booth |
One man’s filth is another man’s truth |
Big mouth filled with one long tooth |
Do you all? |
When you find yourselves in your late twenties, wanna make money |
Do you all? |
When you find yourselves with three tens you’d gladly ante on the wind |
The crucibles proof and fire fused, poof |
With the liars view under my skirt up. |
Dude |
You wanna peruse the tattoos you heard word of? |
Any excuse I can use to move my shirt off |
Girls used to fawn over my locks to kill |
Now the girls are gone and I’m on minoxidil |
I’m in decline but women like be jocking still |
Cause I rhyme with skill and talk so chill and youthful |
Bird dog in the mating yard to be truthful |
Quake 89 trading cards with me tubes |
So three white felt gloves are crucial |
Yes the one left one right one neutral |
Do you all? |
When you find yourselves on stage running for fame wanting |
Do you all? |
When you find yourselves well known, you learn you’re only more alone |
I can’t sleep in rental cars or airlines, yo |
And so I keep a deck of cards for down time |
The road and other solo christmas and valentines |
No it’s not the hobo’s wish list I had in mind |
Then when I’m free off a mission |
I’m sorta like filled with ennui, indecision, and more strife |
Life long bouts with depression, lone fights |
Down in the town of unheaven, I’m fine in time, though |
Standing with the will to start a bike up hill with pride |
Ringing the bell and riding straight outta hell |
But waterlines fine like ink from porcupine’s quils |
Are etched beneath my skull, but that’s all |
Do you all? |
When you find yourselves in the late morning come awake yearning? |
Do you all? |
When you find yourselves amongst friends attempt to blend in with the men? |
I’d prefer to be some unknown with a sports car |
Than pen the dumb pun poems as a poor star |
You wanna just come home through the courtyard |
Your son run to greet you with the perfect report card |