Brooks Nielsen - One Match Left lyrics
[Brooks Nielsen - One Match Left lyrics]
Making so much fruit every branch will bare
Get some pulp and juice
Nurse my labour sweat
Short money whores strut for praise and cash
Drying up too fast for real love to last
Let the fools come and fade
Then we’ll have our turn only one match left
And the whole world to burn
Keep it nice and straight
Let the ice cool down steady up your gaze
Ain’t no messing ‘round no, we’re not better
‘Cause we know we’re not
Synonymous with victory using what we’ve got
Let’s wait a little while
Like we’ve only one match left
Let ‘em cry out loud
Let them waste their breath
Let the fools come and fade
Then we’ll have our turn only one match left
And the whole world to burn
BREAKDOWN
Keep us suffering we’ll pay for everything
All your offerings are void ‘round here
As for postering peacocks get the block
Pretty statues are just some pretty rocks
Making so much fruit every branch will bare
Get some pulp and juice
Nurse my labour sweat
Short money whores strut for praise and cash
Drying up too fast for real love to last
Let’s wait a little while
Like we’ve only one match left
Let em cry out loud
Let em waste their breath
Let the fools come and fade
Then we’ll have our turn only one match left
And the whole world to burn
Get some pulp and juice
Nurse my labour sweat
Short money whores strut for praise and cash
Drying up too fast for real love to last
Let the fools come and fade
Then we’ll have our turn only one match left
And the whole world to burn
Keep it nice and straight
Let the ice cool down steady up your gaze
Ain’t no messing ‘round no, we’re not better
‘Cause we know we’re not
Synonymous with victory using what we’ve got
Let’s wait a little while
Like we’ve only one match left
Let ‘em cry out loud
Let them waste their breath
Let the fools come and fade
Then we’ll have our turn only one match left
And the whole world to burn
BREAKDOWN
Keep us suffering we’ll pay for everything
All your offerings are void ‘round here
As for postering peacocks get the block
Pretty statues are just some pretty rocks
Making so much fruit every branch will bare
Get some pulp and juice
Nurse my labour sweat
Short money whores strut for praise and cash
Drying up too fast for real love to last
Let’s wait a little while
Like we’ve only one match left
Let em cry out loud
Let em waste their breath
Let the fools come and fade
Then we’ll have our turn only one match left
And the whole world to burn