歌詞
Togged to the bricks
Hip suits kicks
Hirsute
Flick
Blades cross chin
So, the whiskers thin
Slave to the gin
While the whispers blend
Into the late night
Smells
For whom the bell
Ring
Bring forth the course of
Whom one deems king
Well just let me be a being
Empathy for some skin with feeling
Sympathy for the people left reeling
A simple plea for the culled
That the ones with the badge been killing
Tunes
The threshing floor
Settled is the score
On the earth that's scorched
On the fruit
Once ripe
Billy sang
Forth
Nina sang forth, yeah!
Sandra bland embodied
Choir from the coroner's drawers
But we back at Minton's
Minting
NFT plenty fees
Symmetry lines
Penalties
Southern trees the enemies mine
Tailor-made the stitches fire
The hair is laid my serenade inspired
The barricade high
The Verite veritas dare I say I
Been tired lariats they been tied
A monk who speaks with his hands
Trane is off the rails
But they got wood and we got nails
God damn they look good in a tux and tails
Written by: Andy Milne, Carl Walker, Kokayi
