Jakprogresso - Killing Jokes lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Killing Jokes lyrics]
Fuck, these fuckin' sardines, man
They tryin' to fuckin' martyr me try
And play me like a
Lawyer sack, FDR shit, Mossberg to the saddle
Goose, set it right off, man, yo, yo
Scalp a rapper then tag the cap is real (Cap)
I dome Jupiter's gassish fields
Catholic peeled (what?)
The alchemy of drugs make magic real
Kill heroes got fans
Foldin' flags, faces slit the folded flaps
I hatch pushpins that holdin' back
Excedrin, turn my skin green, fluorescent
Like glowstick snaft, stone sick (Ohh)
I'm so baked out and high (what?)
I walk around with a sherpa
And a mountain high stare at the Sun 'til
Both my eyeballs calcify
Gravity from a bong hit pull a arc up
Jak bars is dark, son punches like bar-gun
The Great Galactic Zork
Chainsaw canvases for an art buzz
Bird shots shatter the heart in parked doves
(Buahhh) perv in the bed Carl Hangus
Coke in blunt split
That's cold for duece scales and
Gut 'em like hung fish (Woahh)
Acid treachers, twelves latter shape
Triangle lasers, caps in vapor
Chop heads off, of the shoguns, decapitator
Albino alligator with the coke stained snout
Blow brains out like hired hit's
At Cobain's house spit, bones break down
Away we go (Away we go?)
On that away team flow
Pushin' a cart out in the
Field retarded like radio
- You've committed a grievous sin of
Sacrilege by the heap false confessions
This is one of the most awful
Sins a Catholic can commit
Do you realize that you can burn in
Hell forever for this one sin?
Do you understand that for two
Years the power of sanctifying
Grace was absolute from your soul? If you had
Died at any time during those two years
You would
Right at this instant be burnin' in Hell
Your immortal soul would
Have descended directly
Into the arms of Satan
They tryin' to fuckin' martyr me try
And play me like a
Lawyer sack, FDR shit, Mossberg to the saddle
Goose, set it right off, man, yo, yo
Scalp a rapper then tag the cap is real (Cap)
I dome Jupiter's gassish fields
Catholic peeled (what?)
The alchemy of drugs make magic real
Kill heroes got fans
Foldin' flags, faces slit the folded flaps
I hatch pushpins that holdin' back
Excedrin, turn my skin green, fluorescent
Like glowstick snaft, stone sick (Ohh)
I'm so baked out and high (what?)
I walk around with a sherpa
And a mountain high stare at the Sun 'til
Both my eyeballs calcify
Gravity from a bong hit pull a arc up
Jak bars is dark, son punches like bar-gun
The Great Galactic Zork
Chainsaw canvases for an art buzz
Bird shots shatter the heart in parked doves
(Buahhh) perv in the bed Carl Hangus
Coke in blunt split
That's cold for duece scales and
Gut 'em like hung fish (Woahh)
Acid treachers, twelves latter shape
Triangle lasers, caps in vapor
Chop heads off, of the shoguns, decapitator
Albino alligator with the coke stained snout
Blow brains out like hired hit's
At Cobain's house spit, bones break down
Away we go (Away we go?)
On that away team flow
Pushin' a cart out in the
Field retarded like radio
- You've committed a grievous sin of
Sacrilege by the heap false confessions
This is one of the most awful
Sins a Catholic can commit
Do you realize that you can burn in
Hell forever for this one sin?
Do you understand that for two
Years the power of sanctifying
Grace was absolute from your soul? If you had
Died at any time during those two years
You would
Right at this instant be burnin' in Hell
Your immortal soul would
Have descended directly
Into the arms of Satan