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Buck 65 - Текст песни Blood of a Young Wolf

Ten thousand horses, Sable Island in the summer
Oh my God, I'm hot to steal, beside myself and friendless, number
I ain't got no culture or nuttin' -- dirty words, but that don't count
Flight attendants, waitresses, superstition -- good amount
There's work to do, hell to pay, memories and fingerprints
Calling, pop and ignorance
And I don't wanna know, sick and tired

Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, zoom, kick, persuasion, tech
It's an egg and spoon race slow and steady, desert highway, a bientôt
Still I'm stuck, I cant afford it, picture, postcard, small memento
Echo, shadow, echo, shadow, sterling silver, burning furnace
Frozen nowhere, just a kid, I had a friend named Deadly Earnest
Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my arm
Praise the heavens, call the cops, relax, there's no cause for alarm
Diamond rings and little babies, startlements and miracles
I remember pretty faces so severe and lyrical
I'm talking Amelia Earhart, Neko Case, and Frida Kahlo
All alone, the way it should be, I don't even need a shadow
Seeds of wisdom, found no purchase, we don't even have a chance
Birthday party, Armageddon, long-stemmed roses, avalanche
Broken fingers, goin' nowhere, fast and screeching to a halt
All that work for nuttin', oh whippin' boy, it's all my fault

Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, zoom, kick, persuasion, tech
Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, tech, tech, tech
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I don't wanna go to pieces, easy going, afraid to fly and so I'm running
Catchin' fish and chopping wood, the revolution, slow-time-coming
I don't know what else to do, cross my fingers, teach the children
Read your fortunes, storm the studios, come on all ye faithful pilgrims
No more same old song and dance, some good ideas get overplayed
I eat my breakfast, ride my bike, a knife between my shoulder blades
See I'm a man of many problems up against some scary odds
We kill, we hide, we all fall down, idiots love to bury gods
It doesn't happen overnight, though never, still I'm filled with wonder
Lonely like a tightrope walker, hitchhiker, long-distance runner

Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, good night for you bad night for me
But I still love you lying down, K-I-S-S-I-N-G
Not bad, not bad, not bad at all I tried your shoes on
Cigarettes and crucifixes, Ingmar Bergman, Alphonse Mouzon
Really boring modern music, really boring modern girl
Get me out of here, I'm drowning, I don't like this modern world
Anti-intellect, bad marketing, pretty-pretty, who needs talent
Crying eyes, we're so outnumbered, fight for the right to remain silent
What do I know, who am I, my two left feet, my big dumb face
I'd do the same if I had the chance, cheat the system, rig the race
It's all one big misunderstanding, inside out I turn my coat
Don't look back don't move a muscle, one false move, that's all she wrote

Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, zoom, kick, persuasion, tech
Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, tech, tech, tech

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