House Of Blow - Afghani Black lyrics

rate me

I’ve watched them

Breath baited

Paid homage to jailers abroad

You’ve bound me by tantrum

The passive dismiss for the infidel scourge

Oh, and I’ll do it so well

When it’s the children on fire that sells

Narcotic catharsis

A plot to conspire

A plague to endure

And my conscience still screams bloody murder to me

I hope it never, I hope it never tells me what I want to hear

And when your head hits the floor

Your body knows it’s for sure

Changing up the state of dramatic

I took you in and washed your hands

Bowed and flinched at your demands

We walked through sand but

Only my prints were at hand

Plus

I guess your fight was in a China Shoppe

The gut runs red while the chatter don’t stop

You know being a cop

Leaves a heart of charity

Belly up in slop

And my conscience still screams bloody murder to me

I hope it never, I hope it never tells me what I want to hear

And when your head hits the floor

Your body knows it’s for sure

Changing up the state of dramatic

The loveless

So fickle

A boredom to ripe to ignore

Relentless lip service

Remedial fascist

A fate to endure

Oh, I mistook you for kin

Condemned for your passion within

Narcotic catharsis

A plot to conspire

A face to abhor

And my conscience still screams bloody murder to me

I hope it never, I hope it never tells me what I want to hear

And when your head hits the floor

Your body knows it’s for sure

Changing up the state of dramatic

And my conscience still screams bloody murder to me

I hope it never, I hope it never tells me what I want to hear

And when your head hits the floor

Your body knows it’s for sure

I hope it never, I hope it never tells me what I want to hear