Pain Of Salvation

Текст песни Spitfall

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Pain Of Salvation - Текст песни Spitfall

1: INTRODUCING STAR
We saw you every day with your hands on your crotch and so much to say
You went from bouncing toy cars with golden motors to neon striped BMWs
and a court of drugged up nodders and quoters
Namefucking fame on all photos, all cheered on and applauded
by even richer promoters
Now when you're a star, when you've reached this far and the world really
knows who you are (really?) you show off your six black Mercedeses and
drink Cristal like they all do
And the poor outside your gates appall you, and the only hood you see
is the one on your car
Do you even know who you are?
Bro I don't think so
I mean Mercedes, man what a stiff old dull fart's republican shit car
Sick of hearing you preach to the poor like before, only now you're a
coward, only letting TV through your door
Getting older, take a bow and just go
The rage on the stage getting colder like your hits on the chart,
but then the talk shows can still get you hard
Doin' rhymes on your prime time fistfights and spittin' grime in the
limelight like a star gets a chip off your shoulder,
a boulder that rolls and rolls over and over and over

There's nothing like a broken childhood
There's nothing like a broken home
There's nothing like a tale from your hood
There's nothing like a record of restriction orders
Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top
The longer that you fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall

2: THUS QUOTE THE CRAVING
You're so fucking lost that with all of the costs you still don't see that
in reality the one thing you fail to buy yourself is a personality
You're trapped in a mould of the rap, you sell but you're sold
I mean, can't believe that you're paying all that gold to some home
decorator that hands you buckets of conformity
Seems you're losing your way together with your policy man,
ending up with a new definition of poverty - it's a joke
Like those you make in every video to reach the kids with the dough,
with every copied "aha yo" and worn out "bro"
Guess what we need is yet another clown who can feed our breed with
another look and hooker hook
Now when "bitch" is mundane you take the lead with "wassup ho"
and let TV blur your mouth once more
Just what we need in every store, thus quote the craving: "forever more!"
You're so right, a shiny knight on a white steed, truly a hero
Yeah right
Fuck you - fuck you right down to the core
You know what? You're just another Parental Advisory bore

There's nothing like a broken childhood
There's nothing like a broken home
There's nothing like a tale from your hood
There's nothing like a record of restriction orders
Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top
The longer that you fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall...
When you're rappin' your shit y'all

3: REDEFINING VOMATORIUM
Yo
I guess when you're that loaded you'd better empty the barrel
every chance you get, is that so?Pain Of Salvation - Spitfall - http://ru.motolyrics.com/pain-of-salvation/spitfall-lyrics.html
Empty your word and pose magazine, in magazine after magazine,
let every shot go, let the shit flow
'Cause the show must go on and on and on, you're it bro
But it's sad to know, when your star implodes,
all that shit hits the fans, just like your words back when you shone
But it's getting late in the game, trapped in repeating your name, again
and again, like you're scared we'll forget it
Can't blame you, apart from that name you're all embarrassingly
the same, it's so lame - can't you get it?
And perhaps you are right in that fear - more sane than you appear in
your self deploring cock obsessive koks delirium
But I say, to me you just redefine the old romans' vomatorium

There's nothing like a broken childhood
There's nothing like a broken home
There's nothing like a tale from your hood
There's nothing like a record of restriction orders
Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top
The longer that you claim that you have fought yourself up, the longer
the spitfall...

4: MAN OF THE MASSES
You're a man of the masses, took all the classes
Their asses are yours
All those bores who are paying the bills for your palace uphills
And your pills that will help you proceed in your greed
You are free of the chains that you need on your fans to adore,
to kneel down before you,
more precious to you than your brains and your hands
They live for you
If you could just see this old tree, this patriarchic hierarchy, up where
you want to be, you need miles of roots to lick your boots
Don't you see?
You're a man of the masses, you need all those asses, their fate to
relate to the one that you were
Do you know who you are? Who are you? Not the one in your words
that they buy
They concur that you conquer, though a natural flunker, and you need
them to stay, not to fly,
to obey like the dogs that they are, the cogs under the hood of your
Mercedes car
They will pay for your trip to the stiff upper lip
You're a man of the masses, your trip is a journey through classes
You are high, they are low, and you need it to be so
See, without them you'd be nothing more than before, and you know that's
not much
It's just or unjust such: just a sad little man
with his hand on his crotch

There's nothing like a broken childhood
There's nothing like a broken home
There's nothing like a tale from your hood
There's nothing like a record of restriction orders
Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top
The longer that you fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall...
The longer the spit falls...
When you're rappin' your shit y'all

5: YO
You're just another Parental Advisory sticker surfing beach boy
Yo

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