Cursive - Double Dead lyrics
[Cursive - Double Dead lyrics]
But alas! There is work to be done
Pollock throws Cassius over his shoulder
Carrying him to a gurney and
Placing him in restraints
Out cold, run over by the boulder of Sisyphus
Doesn't it seem to get a bit repetitive?
Over and over and over again you got clean
Climbing up that hill was an impressive feat
To think of all the demons you had to jockey
Just to see that boulder bounding!
Double dead the first time
Was your worst mistake
This second one should take the cake
And smear it all over the mirror!
Out cold, cozy in the mausoleum of your home
Dozing to the shuffle of a
Metronome ticking out of time
I I I'm, I I I'm, uh uh, I'm a devil
I'm an angel i'm whichever shoulder you've
Been glancing over
The boulder's getting closer
It can't be outrun
Time to take your medicine!
Pollock begins to perform a surgical
Procedure on Cassius' head
Double dead you and me have got history
You and me have got symmetry
Two sides of the same loin
Double dead I'm the shears that Samson feared
I'm the whisper in your ear
Now, be a good little boy
And do as you're told let's hit the road
One for the money, two for your head
Double dead!
Pollock knocks him back out again
Double dead the first time was so innocent
This second one is insolent
Double dead you and me, we've got history
But no real future I can see c'mon!
Pollock throws Cassius over his shoulder
Carrying him to a gurney and
Placing him in restraints
Out cold, run over by the boulder of Sisyphus
Doesn't it seem to get a bit repetitive?
Over and over and over again you got clean
Climbing up that hill was an impressive feat
To think of all the demons you had to jockey
Just to see that boulder bounding!
Double dead the first time
Was your worst mistake
This second one should take the cake
And smear it all over the mirror!
Out cold, cozy in the mausoleum of your home
Dozing to the shuffle of a
Metronome ticking out of time
I I I'm, I I I'm, uh uh, I'm a devil
I'm an angel i'm whichever shoulder you've
Been glancing over
The boulder's getting closer
It can't be outrun
Time to take your medicine!
Pollock begins to perform a surgical
Procedure on Cassius' head
Double dead you and me have got history
You and me have got symmetry
Two sides of the same loin
Double dead I'm the shears that Samson feared
I'm the whisper in your ear
Now, be a good little boy
And do as you're told let's hit the road
One for the money, two for your head
Double dead!
Pollock knocks him back out again
Double dead the first time was so innocent
This second one is insolent
Double dead you and me, we've got history
But no real future I can see c'mon!