Year of the Rooster
Year of the Rooster: Battling Hiccups and Embracing Chaos
Lyrics
Nail a coffin, keep it shut.
Xmas time.
Try and dig a deeper rut
Looking for a big break.
Planning on a pay cut.
Limbless get a fair shake.
Xmas time.
Sleeping through the earthquake in your mind.
Looking for a big break.
Ok I messed up, never did what I said I would do.
Limbless get a fair shake.
Go away...this hiccup is gonna last till the party is through.
Sleeping through the earthquake in your mind.
Leave me swinging in the breeze, with lice and fleas.
Ok I messed up, never did what I said I would do
I admit I forget I don't know the words.
Go away...this hiccup is gonna last till the party is through.
Cut down in our prime, left for dead before our time.
Leave me swinging in the breeze, with lice and fleas.
Thanks for looking out for me, just save your philosophy, oh yeah...
I admit I forget I don't know the words.
I'm betting on a point shave.
Cut down in our prime, left for dead before our time,
Getting told to behave.
Thanks for looking out for me, just save your philosophy, oh yeah...
Try and be a good slave, collard tight.
I'm betting on a point shave,
Waiting for the say so.
Getting told to behave.
Getting told to law-low...
Try and be a good slave,
Ditch, headlights.
Collard tight.
Ok...try not to un-impress all the monks who can bless.
Guessing it's a no go.
Go away...I fucked up, but I don't got a thing to confess.
Waiting for the say so.
Old friends come to see...
Getting told to law-low....
Congratulate our poverty, they all know the words!
Ditch, headlights.
What say I disappear,
Ok...try not to un-impress all the monks who can bless.
Call it a day, call it a year.
Go away...I fucked up, but I don't got a thing to confess.
What will all the neighbours say?
Old friends come to see...
I said baby, she a tear cause we sensing the catastrophe.
Congratulate our poverty, they all know the words!
Blame me when the psychic ruins the plot.
What say I disappear,
Baby will you talk to me?
Call it a day, call it a year.
Or will you cut out right before you're seen?
What will all the neighbours say?
Caught up in your silly scheme, crying in a happy dream...
The press will have a field day.
Where we both get what we want.
I said baby, she a tear cause we sensing the catastrophe.
-Blame me when the psychic ruins the plot.
More blood...
Baby will you talk to me?
Or will you cut out right before you're seen?
-Caught up in your silly scheme, crying in a happy dream...
-Where we both get what we want.
-Where we both get what we want.
-Where we both get what we want.
-More blood...
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