billy woods - Fever Grass lyrics
[billy woods - Fever Grass lyrics]
House of hunger cold stove
Its madness in the cupboards
It's no table manners at ya cousin's
It's humming microwave ovens
It's auntie bent back from the juggling
Mom just sent me over there with something
Mumbling about that deadbeat husband
Cuz was in the back bent
Tryna get 9 out a onion
Tryna get that baker's dozen
Inexorable, you can't stop what's coming
I don't give a fuck how deep
Them truths is dug in
Deng Xiaoping, dead dogs dangle from lamppost
Long tongues
Win or lose, the Maoists is still glum
Rain blood, we still lit like wet blunts
Cut the power, I'll thrive in the dark
With survivors killers and cowards 'cause
They ain't got no heart
No hours, every day is a tally mark
Cut the power, I'll thrive in the dark
The survivors killers and cowards 'cause
They ain't got no heart
No hours, every day is a tally mark
Cut the power, I'll thrive in the dark
The survivors killers and cowards 'cause
We ain't got no heart
No hours, every day is a tally mark
We hid while they went in the ark, two by two
When he was gone we danced under the moon
My grandfather built God a
House in the jungle, Laid every brick
Mixed cement out of pain and sweat
Love, self-loathing, fear of the pit
That pitch black repent
From pulpit, men hurled threats
Womens bowed heads
Sunday at sun-up 'til sunset out the
Window hummingbirds sip from
Long-neck flowers
Sway like women's hips under thin
Shift under church dress
My great grandmother was a witch
But they came for poultice when they was sick
They came when baby was labelled "too early
To save" but the mother lived
Sugarcane stripped with machete
Sticky full lips
The meeting ground marked by bright
Flags on crooked sticks tangled fever grass
Green mangos peeled with teeth
Tambourine jangle, goatskin drums
Rambled down mountainsides
So steep, so green rain tattoo, tin roof
Breadfruit heavy in the trees
Stands of bamboo where roots
Men crop they weed
Its madness in the cupboards
It's no table manners at ya cousin's
It's humming microwave ovens
It's auntie bent back from the juggling
Mom just sent me over there with something
Mumbling about that deadbeat husband
Cuz was in the back bent
Tryna get 9 out a onion
Tryna get that baker's dozen
Inexorable, you can't stop what's coming
I don't give a fuck how deep
Them truths is dug in
Deng Xiaoping, dead dogs dangle from lamppost
Long tongues
Win or lose, the Maoists is still glum
Rain blood, we still lit like wet blunts
Cut the power, I'll thrive in the dark
With survivors killers and cowards 'cause
They ain't got no heart
No hours, every day is a tally mark
Cut the power, I'll thrive in the dark
The survivors killers and cowards 'cause
They ain't got no heart
No hours, every day is a tally mark
Cut the power, I'll thrive in the dark
The survivors killers and cowards 'cause
We ain't got no heart
No hours, every day is a tally mark
We hid while they went in the ark, two by two
When he was gone we danced under the moon
My grandfather built God a
House in the jungle, Laid every brick
Mixed cement out of pain and sweat
Love, self-loathing, fear of the pit
That pitch black repent
From pulpit, men hurled threats
Womens bowed heads
Sunday at sun-up 'til sunset out the
Window hummingbirds sip from
Long-neck flowers
Sway like women's hips under thin
Shift under church dress
My great grandmother was a witch
But they came for poultice when they was sick
They came when baby was labelled "too early
To save" but the mother lived
Sugarcane stripped with machete
Sticky full lips
The meeting ground marked by bright
Flags on crooked sticks tangled fever grass
Green mangos peeled with teeth
Tambourine jangle, goatskin drums
Rambled down mountainsides
So steep, so green rain tattoo, tin roof
Breadfruit heavy in the trees
Stands of bamboo where roots
Men crop they weed