Buck 65 - January lyrics
[Buck 65 - January lyrics]
Now I could hear the coyotes when
I laid in a bed
It's thoughts of running away
Would invade my head
And I would starve myself, never lose a pound
The pain never goes away it just moves around
January sidewalk, evergreen battlefield
Outta the rain with with cuts that'll heal
And as the casualties
Gradually disappear magically
Wrapped in plastic and trapped in caskets
Stricken and looking like a
Victim of a sex-crime
There is always some more where they
Came from the next time
They used to be pretty
Now they're all messed up
Stressed out and dressed up
Needle still in her arms
Stripped to the silver and gold
And disregarded
Along with a card board boxes in the garbage
People just walk by with brand new clothes on
Socks and underwear as all of this goes on
Carcasses all over the ground
And the darkness
Some of them were drugged and
All of them were unplugged and ugly
"Oh my god, they call themselves christians!"
I cry from the forest and nobody listens
Blame it on the rain
Blame it on the black star
But these crimes are committed in
Your very own backyard
And where were the angels when they
Needed the most of all
Too far away and too close to call
Tipped over and broken, open wounds
Untreated don't bother calling an ambulance
None's needed it's too late
Forever after everything remains brought
A chainsaw massacre
Now I could hear the coyotes when
I laid in a bed
It's thoughts of running away
Would invade my head
And I would starve myself
But never lose a pound
The pain never goes away just moves around
I laid in a bed
It's thoughts of running away
Would invade my head
And I would starve myself, never lose a pound
The pain never goes away it just moves around
January sidewalk, evergreen battlefield
Outta the rain with with cuts that'll heal
And as the casualties
Gradually disappear magically
Wrapped in plastic and trapped in caskets
Stricken and looking like a
Victim of a sex-crime
There is always some more where they
Came from the next time
They used to be pretty
Now they're all messed up
Stressed out and dressed up
Needle still in her arms
Stripped to the silver and gold
And disregarded
Along with a card board boxes in the garbage
People just walk by with brand new clothes on
Socks and underwear as all of this goes on
Carcasses all over the ground
And the darkness
Some of them were drugged and
All of them were unplugged and ugly
"Oh my god, they call themselves christians!"
I cry from the forest and nobody listens
Blame it on the rain
Blame it on the black star
But these crimes are committed in
Your very own backyard
And where were the angels when they
Needed the most of all
Too far away and too close to call
Tipped over and broken, open wounds
Untreated don't bother calling an ambulance
None's needed it's too late
Forever after everything remains brought
A chainsaw massacre
Now I could hear the coyotes when
I laid in a bed
It's thoughts of running away
Would invade my head
And I would starve myself
But never lose a pound
The pain never goes away just moves around