Cancer Bats - Lonely Bong lyrics
[Cancer Bats - Lonely Bong lyrics]
Hold up, wait up, I got a weird a question
Trying to understand one of
Life's strange lessons
Waves crash and things 'cause rocks to roll
That I know
But more intense than magnetic fields or a
Thousand shocks of an electric eel
What in my blood must be set free, release me
Like a rooster crows at the morning sun
Hawks must fly, road dogs must run
Hold up, look out, I got a weird theory
Newspaper clippings and a TV mini series
Crack pots and armchair thoughts aside
Let's ride
There's evidence that it's in my
Soul and the taste
I've had has lit it up like coal
For all I know is that it's
Gone from bad to worse
In reverse
Like a rooster crows at the morning sun
Hawks must fly, road dogs must run
Every night, like moon kill sun
Wolves must cry, road dogs must run
Take me back to that night in Red Deer
Melting faces in Milton Keans
Rock sound in Barcelona
Shooting fireworks in Aberdeen
Always follow your gut
Don't worry about the plan
You roll with the punches
Laugh about it in the end
6 a.m. earthquake in Japan
That time we got vibe out of Iceland
Love the best but enjoy the worst
This road dog life is a blessing, not a curse
Hold up, watch out
I got a willing to listen to
These words from a local necromancer
Like a rooster crows at the morning sun
Hawks must fly, road dogs must run
Every night, like moon kill sun
Wolves must cry, road dogs were born
Born to run
Like a lonely bong missing his buds
Trying to understand one of
Life's strange lessons
Waves crash and things 'cause rocks to roll
That I know
But more intense than magnetic fields or a
Thousand shocks of an electric eel
What in my blood must be set free, release me
Like a rooster crows at the morning sun
Hawks must fly, road dogs must run
Hold up, look out, I got a weird theory
Newspaper clippings and a TV mini series
Crack pots and armchair thoughts aside
Let's ride
There's evidence that it's in my
Soul and the taste
I've had has lit it up like coal
For all I know is that it's
Gone from bad to worse
In reverse
Like a rooster crows at the morning sun
Hawks must fly, road dogs must run
Every night, like moon kill sun
Wolves must cry, road dogs must run
Take me back to that night in Red Deer
Melting faces in Milton Keans
Rock sound in Barcelona
Shooting fireworks in Aberdeen
Always follow your gut
Don't worry about the plan
You roll with the punches
Laugh about it in the end
6 a.m. earthquake in Japan
That time we got vibe out of Iceland
Love the best but enjoy the worst
This road dog life is a blessing, not a curse
Hold up, watch out
I got a willing to listen to
These words from a local necromancer
Like a rooster crows at the morning sun
Hawks must fly, road dogs must run
Every night, like moon kill sun
Wolves must cry, road dogs were born
Born to run
Like a lonely bong missing his buds