P.O.S. - Low Light Low Life lyrics

rate me

Yeah, uh...

Barrel full of powder, ship full of tea

Closer by the hour, bringing sick to the seas

Bellies full of barder, think with the thieves

Once they hit the harbor it's a wick in the breeze

There goes another one (whoa!), right out from under 'em

Different seashore, same thirty stores

There goes another one (whoa!), right out from under 'em

Worldwide mining town, steal it up, sell it down

And not too long ago, mom and pop owned a shop

Prognosis progress, the Dow owns the block

Here to sell 'em salvation or elevation sort of

Signal disorder, it's celebration Florida

They got the medicine to fix your mood

Till you learn to mind your place and eat that Sysco food

You crave the arrogance the rich folk ooze

Take life, waste life just to get those jewels

Uh huh, uh huh, heads will roll

Low light low life, recite that untold

Keep with the goals, rehearse for the eleventh hour

It will be arrow after arrow after bullet after sunflower

Uh huh, uh huh, heads will roll

Low light low life, recite that untold

Keep with the goals, rehearse for the eleventh hour

It will be barrel after barrel after barrel of that gunpowder

It seems we've fallen out of favor, the era ended on us

Now the money's just paper, the houses all haunted

We had a hell of a run before it caught up

For all the corners cut we got an avalanche of sawdust

Life of the party, we're death of the novel

The glass is half-empty so pass the next bottle

It's flight of the salesman, death of the bumblebee

Nothing left for the attorneys and the tumbleweeds

They say that God's on the right, so goes the rhetoric

But I think that cross is like a kite that left a skeleton

And I think that Russell was right, but that's irrelevant friend

For all I know there'll be nothing left to defend tomorrow

Sugar in the gas tank, nothing in the cashbox

Thought that we were so sick, looking like it's smallpox

The bullets are still on the shelves

But when the armory empties, we're melting down the bells

It's the end of law and order, Dick Wolf

Aware in America, rocking a cheap sheep suit

Pulled wool, weave through

Stay on course till pulled over by that pulled pork

Cops keeping the peace/piece... cocked

Catch and release like a sportsman, see 'em in the court then

Piss poor paying them a portion, huh

Funny how they distort extortion

Never better, P.O.S. dance to the rhetoric

Lean to the left, call me terrorish, rock with it

Dance fever got 'em peeping out the prints on the floor

True believers keep they eyes on the horizon

Catch me sizing up the silent, check the crooked grind

Watch me 50/50, keep the balance between the coping and the feeble mind

I hope the broken folk rewind

Nothing left for token jokers here, skate off, we doing fine