Lee Scott

Lee Scott - Eight O'Clock In The Morning lyrics

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(Verse)

Eight thugs or the chaos

Close the curtains and dine, and it's fine

But see then aware there's a crime

I see the circle a shrine

And a tint army heat the wooden where he's enlivened

Chop chop, dig deep until it's nothing left

Knock knock, who's there? Probably Death

Find a sense of humor and lush yo breath

Laughing and back and ten when we not pack the scent

While screaming fuck the cops

The only advice I've got is to live and stay positive

Or keep the receits to any drops you give

Until the witch haunts heavens to where them corporate busters live

Political agitator, getting stoned like the shoppers breaker

Money is the root of all evil

And I see the fascinators we call people

Walk to the post-mortem site

Switched democracy a phone call away

Won't answer any phone calls today

Before it's eight o'clock in the morning, pray

(Hook x2)

I'll make it past eight o'clock in the morning, pray

I'll make it past eight o'clock in the morning, pray

I'll make it past eight o'clock in the morning, pray

Today I'm the predator, you're the pray

(Verse 2)

This is still summer's day, but it sounds like autumn

When I'm walking on the remains of memory lane

Like dry leaves that crunch beneath my feet

But when I look it's just the concrete cookin' in the heat

On a long and lonely street without a soul to greet

Or a dog to show its teeth

I think aloud and address a nonexistent crowd

And talk franc, and prior to this moment it's all blank

Any fancy thoughts are intricate

You can see the air forcing itself around ya

As you're walking into it

Feel a tingle find the toes to your fingertips

Only in death will you understand what existence is

But between me and you, this is like

Flickering light in the rearview

An obsessive need from you

I constantly draft the near tomorrows we are dear to

Then one day I'll awake in the same place

No-one around, no trace of life

That is but past tense and gracious sights

I'm where the clique of your finger day is night

Switch the full spectrum on another you please

No guns and drop to your knees too...

(Hook x2)

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