Cobalt - Two-Thumbed Fist lyrics
[Cobalt - Two-Thumbed Fist lyrics]
That bony old finger pointin’ down
From the sky at you all alone!
Dog made life for you
Praise this false sense of it all!
Peter thrice denied his life’s most prized
Tax collector
So breathe a breath worth living
Squeeze the juices
Of exhaustion
Fire our mouths at the big ass
Lies in the sky!
I don’t believe them!
Seven peyote buttons
Six drinks in on strong rum
Touch the eyes of the living
Hump the netherworld hallway
Tribes of men stared in to the sky
God’s revenge is one bad story
Close your watering eyes
And drive your car into a tree
Fall out of time with me
Buried in the hills by the
Lives we once wished for
No man!
Clench bad hands making holes in palms
Shaped like fingernails
Made by white knuckles
The way, the truth, and light is gone
And the dust you reflected recedes
Drop me dead and you’ll find me there
Without regret, nor tears, nor guts
Just nothing!
Don’t trust! Impulse! Fist fuck! And Win!
No man! No man!
No man! No man!
No man, save none, want none
Smear god on their faces
Save me! Damn me!
Drink me, in the ground
Nail my story on their tables!
No dog! No dog!
No Bog! No dog!
No dog! No dog!
No Bog! No dog!
No dog! No dog!
No Bog! No dog!
No bog! Bogdamn god!