Echo in the Winds
blues, folk rock, banjo, strings, brass, female singerLyrics
i am a chosen one,
i have a message for the mothers of corrupted sons,
dirty deeds will always chase so don’t you try to run,
the daughter of a savage hair up in a bun,
every doggie has its day and this pup sees the sun,
please put down the guns,
the government sees everything so watch those thumbs,
Uncle Rico’s on the other line, it’s a fuss from fuzz,
they don’t know I float like a bumblebee, hear the bullets go buzz buzz,
night before Christmas it ‘twas,
when we got into it once,
oh, the entanglement of this modern warfare,
dressed in sportswear but we live off welfare,
i moved away from home just for better healthcare,
couldn’t find a cure elsewhere,
headed nowhere fast, but at least I’m headed somewhere,
stationary stance I could never, locked and loaded, like militia in Delaware,
I’m ready anywhere,
two feet, walker, or wheelchair,
tell ‘em all to line up, ask a question and we’ll share,
i swear, they really don’t understand how the brain scares,
vampires and day walkers,
shut up you tough talkers,
I’m what you get when you combine a columbine kid with a serial stalker,
my life is a movie but I still don’t have an Oscar,
I’m the type to bone your wife, climaxing while you call her,
and when you scream “WHAT THE FUCK” i bust a nut with a screech and holler,
have you ever seen a scholar live in squalor?
well I’ve got news for you,
no radar needed, but the effect is Doppler, neo’s home,
swallow your ex’s heart for you,
no Jeffrey dahmer,
but I might chop you up and fertilize a field for some freaky farmers,
just kidding,
I’m peaceful,
sharp as a needle,
like I said,
I’ve got your wife in spread eagle,
i am the fecal,
blasting my own tunes in a beat to piss Buick Regal,
i have too much damn fun, my life should be illegal,
but it’s not, and for that I raise a middle finger to a steeple,
fuck the church, albeit I love some of the people,
to stand equal, with a corporation robbing the feeble,
is something I can’t do,
but good for you, fuckin weasels,
burn Kush, smoking like a Cummins diesel,
but it’s really just an LS swapped VW Beetle,
i am IT baby, pennywise since the fetal,
Pressing me is like living at a hotel in LA,
disappear like the Cecil,
my canvas, an audible easel,
don’t you ever say I bug you or I’ll call up my buddy Weevil,
and he will catch you with his trap card,
and I’ll sting you with my Beedrill,
I’m off the meds, tell the dr I need a refill,
mentally I’m in Paris, wand wet at the Bastille,
hop a flight back to Nashville,
ride a blunt on some gravel,
i am chosen,
you’ve watched my life unravel,
and I stand tall,
judge holding that gavel,
my daughters in another state,
bite me you assholes,
I’m Ronaldo and I’m Messi,
today I’m just dumping goals,
be careful lil demons,
I’m known to swallow sick souls.